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(distant birds calling)

(Artie Shaw's "Moonglow" playing)

NARRATOR: One evening in the summer of 1941,

several months before the United States would be drawn

into the Second World War,

in a little farming town in Alabama,

a 16-year-old high-school boy named Glenn Dowling Frazier

discovered that the girl he loved

was interested in someone else.

(crickets chirping)

Frazier was so angry and upset

that when the owner of a juke joint refused him service,

he stalked outside, climbed onto his motorcycle,

and roared through the door,

shattering bottles and smashing furniture.

As he raced away,

the bar owner chased him down the street with a shotgun.

The next morning,

humiliated, scared,

and unable to face his parents,

Glenn Frazier went to the nearest recruiting office,

lied about his age and joined the peacetime army.

He volunteered to serve in the Philippines.

FRAZIER: When I volunteered for the Philippine Islands,

I had no idea that we would actually be in a war.

I was thinking that probably Germany was

the most likely place that there would be a war,

so in my mind, I thought it'd be safe over there.

I never thought Japan would be attacking us.

NARRATOR: Over the next four years,

Frazier would find himself in the midst of war--

desperate hand-to-hand combat,

a forced march so brutal the world would never forget it,

and nightmarish prison camps

where simply surviving required

luck and bravery and unshakable will.

Back in Alabama, those who loved him would be told he was dead.

All Glenn Frazier would be able to do was cling to the hope

that one day he could come back home.

(artillery shell whooshes, explodes)

(gunfire, men shouting)

I don't think there is such a thing as a good war.

There are sometimes necessary wars.

And I think one might say just wars.

And that, never...

I never questioned the necessity of that war

and I still do not question it.

It was something that had to be done.

NARRATOR: The greatest cataclysm in history

grew out of ancient and ordinary human emotions:

anger and arrogance and bigotry,

victimhood and the lust for power.

And it ended because other human qualities--

courage and perseverance and selflessness;

faith, leadership, and the hunger for freedom--

combined with unimaginable brutality

to change the course of human events.

(air raid siren wailing)

The Second World War brought out the best and the worst

in a generation, and blurred the two

so that they became, at times, almost indistinguishable.

In the killing that engulfed the world from 1939 to 1945,

between 50 and 60 million people died...

...so many, and in so many different places,

that the real number will never be known.

More than 85 million men and women served in uniform,

but the overwhelming majority of those who perished

were civilians--

men, women, and children obliterated

by the arithmetic of war.

(distant explosion)

The United States of America was relatively fortunate.

More than 405,000 soldiers and sailors,

airmen and marines died, but that figure represented

proportionately fewer military casualties

than were suffered by any of the other major combatants.

American cities were not destroyed.

American civilians were never really at risk.

But without American power,

without the sacrifice of American lives,

the struggle's outcome would have been very different.

The American economy only grew stronger

as the fighting went on, and by the time it ended,

the United States would be the most powerful nation on earth

and a once isolated and insular people would find themselves

at the center of world affairs.

The war touched every family

on every street in every town in America--

towns like Luverne, Minnesota;

Sacramento, California;

Waterbury, Connecticut;

and Mobile, Alabama--

and nothing would ever be the same again.

(gunfire and artillery fire)

HYNES: I'm not sure I can speak

about why human beings in general go to war.

I think that's a pretty large category.

I can only speak

about why 18-year-olds from Minneapolis go to war.

They go to war because it's impossible not to,

because a current is established

in the society so swift, flowing toward war,

that every young man who steps into it is carried downstream.

AL McINTOSH (dramatized): Luverne, Minnesota, August 1941.

"Miss Aagot Rylund, who is in town visiting her brother,

"knows what it is to see vast sections of a city

"ripped to ruin by German bombs

"and she remembers the nights that London burned,

"by the unbelievable glare of the far-off flames.

"She knows what it is to have high explosive bombs blast

"their big craters right outside the doorway

of the shelter in which she was sleeping."

"She has had her best friends killed."

"Looking out at the peaceful countryside

"from the Thompson porch, she said it was hard to believe

that the rest of the world was at war."

Al McIntosh, Rock County Star.

NARRATOR: Much of the world was already at war

in the fall of 1941.

But for most Americans,

finally beginning to recover from the Great Depression,

events overseas seemed impossibly far away.

In Luverne, Minnesota, the biggest town in Rock County,

in the state's southwestern corner,

the autumn harvest was only a memory...

and its 3,000 citizens had begun the long winter wait

until they could sow their fields again.

Al McIntosh, the editor of the Rock County Star,

lived at 517 North Kniss Avenue.

He was a newcomer from North Dakota

who had turned down big city jobs

to run his own small-town paper.

He would soon find himself trying to explain

the unexplainable to his new neighbors.

Six-year-old Jim Sherman lived with his family

at 503 North Estey Street.

SHERMAN: I think it was a pretty close-knit community.

Uh, there was a saying that

if you don't want people to know about it,

you don't do it-- sort of thing.

And everybody knew pretty much everybody else in town.

NARRATOR: Four miles south of town,

near the Rock River,

was the 120-acre farm of the Aanenson family.

There they raised cows and grew barley, oats, and corn.

who would face the most fearful odds in the skies over France,

was named Quentin.

sometimes I would be on a piece of farm machinery plowing corn

and a lonely airplane would fly over

and I would look up and my spirit would soar.

"That's where I want to be sometime.

"I want to live that way.

I want to do those things."

NARRATOR: In Sacramento, California, the state capital,

Okies, refugees from the Dust Bowl,

still camped on the edge of town

and worked the fields and orchards and vineyards

of the surrounding Sacramento Valley.

The city had been the gateway to the California Gold Rush

and the western anchor of the transcontinental railroad.

Although it was home to some 106,000 people,

Sacramento still seemed like a small town.

Tom and Earl Burke,

who would be asked to sacrifice everything for their country,

lived with their parents at 3240 Lassen Way,

just north of town.

EARL: It was a tremendous town; everybody knew each other.

All, all ethnic groups were just perfect.

I mean it was... you could go out on the streets at night

at 11:00, 12:00 at night

and, you know, you could walk home in the dark.

Nobody locked the doors.

Nobody even thought of it.

It was a nice, clean, little town.

BURNETT MILLER: The lower end of town was rather colorful to us.

There were lots of whorehouses.

As you got up towards the nicer part of town,

towards Tenth Street, uh,

the houses of prostitution were quite fancy.

And as kids, we used to run down there

and run through the place, just raising hell.

NARRATOR: 18-year-old Burnett Miller lived with his family

in a comfortable neighborhood at 3643 West Lincoln Avenue.

He would discover, in the last days of the war,

why it had to be fought.

Almost 7,000 Japanese-Americans also lived in Sacramento

and the surrounding county.

Doctors, lawyers, teachers, and shop owners,

as well as some of the most productive farmers in America.

Susumu Satow and his family grew strawberries, grapes,

and raspberries on their 20-acre farm, east of the city.

SUSUMU SATOW: My mother didn't speak English.

My father spoke, uh, broken English.

As a youngster, at the age of about eight, nine, I guess,

I used to walk down the railroad track to a place called Mills.

And Mills had a semipro baseball team.

And so I grew up in sort of a baseball environment, I guess.

NARRATOR: In Waterbury, Connecticut,

on the banks of the Naugatuck River,

a skilled workforce,

mostly immigrants and immigrants' children,

turned out screws and washers and buttons,

shower heads and alarm clocks,

toy airplanes and lipstick holders,

and cocktail shakers.

Since the 19th century,

its citizens had proudly called their town "Brass City."

Ray Leopold, the son of a Jewish immigrant from Latvia,

lived on Route Eight on the southern edge of the city.

Waterbury was a center for high-quality craft.

There were individuals there who could do 1/10,000 of an inch

on anything and if there was zero tolerance required,

they could do that, too.

OLGA CIARLO: Well, Waterbury, where we lived,

there were a lot of Italian people.

They had made a good business for themselves

and were very well liked.

We had a wonderful neighborhood.

We had parties every single Sunday.

Every Sunday was a picnic for us.

NARRATOR: The Ciarlo family lived at 1032 North Main Street,

in the Italian section of town.

Their father had recently died.

His loss would be only the beginning of their troubles.

And in Mobile, Alabama,

population 112,000,

the only real industry was shipbuilding,

as it had been since the Great War, a generation earlier.

Once a center of cotton and slave trading,

Mobile was best known for its annual Azalea Festival,

and its leisurely Southern air.

John Gray and his family lived on the south side of town,

near the L & N Railroad tracks at 407 Royal Street.

He would soon be asked to fight a war for freedom,

though his own country's definition of freedom

did not include him.

GRAY: Whites and blacks got along pretty good,

as long as you had the status quo.

But you could not, uh, eat at the counter at Woolworth.

You'd have to go down to the end

and order your sandwich and take it out.

Out to eat.

NARRATOR: Across town,

Katharine Phillips and her family

lived at 1555 Monterey Place.

PHILLIPS: Daddy said Mobile made its living

by taking in each other's wash.

And it was absolutely true.

The pace of life was slow.

On a hot summer evening--

of course there was no air-conditioning--

so Daddy would load us in the car and we'd drive downtown

to Brown's Ice Cream and he'd buy us an ice cream cone

and then we'd drive out to Arlington

and park out by the bay,

and all sit there and enjoy the sea breeze.

And when we'd cooled down enough, he'd bring us home

and everybody could go to bed and go to sleep.

Or we sat on our porch in the evening

and the children played in the yard.

It was a wonderful way to grow up.

And we were completely away from the rest of the world

down in Mobile.

NARRATOR: No one in Mobile, Waterbury,

Sacramento, Luverne, or anywhere else in America

was prepared for what was about to happen

to them and their country.

DANIEL INOUYE: Pearl Harbor was a Sunday

and, together with the family,

we're all getting ready to go to church.

And the disc jockey's going on with Hawaiian music,

and suddenly he sounded hysterical.

For a moment, I thought this was an act.

So I stepped out into the street and sure enough...

there are puffs and smoke coming out of that Pearl Harbor area.

And so I called my father out,

And all of a sudden, three aircraft flew right overhead.

They were pearl gray with red dots.

I knew what was happening.

(artillery shells whistling, explosions booming)

And I thought my world had just come to an end.

(explosion)

(siren wailing)

NARRATOR: At 7:55 a.m.

on Sunday, December 7, 1941,

hundreds of Japanese warplanes,

launched from aircraft carriers far out at sea,

attacked the American Pacific Fleet

anchored at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.

(explosion)

The attack took a terrible toll--

so terrible a toll that the War Department

kept secret the exact details for years.

(explosions)

Eight battleships, including theUSS Arizona,

three light cruisers, three destroyers,

and four other naval vessels were either sunk or damaged.

164 American aircraft were also destroyed.

Most hadn't even gotten off the ground.

And 2,403 Americans were dead.

Nothing like this had ever happened

to the United States of America before.

17-year-old Daniel Inouye, the son of a Japanese immigrant,

was a senior at William McKinley High School in Honolulu

and a Red Cross volunteer.

INOUYE: A call came in that we had casualties nearby,

One haunts me every so often.

It was a woman clutching a child.

Her head was severed,

but here she was with her arms around her baby.

And, uh...

So this is what I had to pick up, at 17.

ANNOUNCER (over radio): One, two, three, four.

Hello, NBC. Hello, NBC.

This is KBU in Honolulu, Hawaii.

PHILLIPS: I was a sophomore at Auburn

when Pearl Harbor was attacked.

ANNOUNCER: It is no joke, it is a real war.

I came home from church, went to the dormitory

and heard all this screaming and crying.

And I went down the hall, I said,

"What's the matter? What's wrong?"

They said, "Turn the radio on."

So we turned our radio on and, of course,

he said, "The Japs have attacked Pearl Harbor."

ANNOUNCER: We have been on the telephone with our station KGMB,

which is in Honolulu, and they report to us

that the antiaircraft fire can be heard

in a steady drone as the attacking planes come in.

PHILLIPS: But we comforted each other,

and the girls all cried and wept

because they had boyfriends or relatives

that were already in the armed forces.

And we realized immediately

that this would be war.

NARRATOR: Katherine Phillips' younger brother Sid

was back home in Mobile.

SIDNEY PHILLIPS: I was in a drugstore, drinking a milkshake,

and this lady burst in the side door and screamed,

"Turn on the radio!"

They were talking about Pearl Harbor on every station.

ANNOUNCER: And London now awaits Prime Minister Churchill's promise

to declare war on Japan within the hour.

We knew this meant we were in the war.

And we just...

all sat there quietly.

The radio kept giving the same information again and again.

ANNOUNCER: ...8:30 p.m. tonight...

BARBARA COVINGTON: I remember I was home eating breakfast

with my mother and my two brothers.

I was the youngest,

and we were getting ready to go to Sunday school.

I remember the fear coming in my mother's eyes,

because she knew my brothers

were probably going to be called, and they were.

ANNOUNCER: From Washington, Secretary of War Henry L. Stimson

today ordered the entire Army into uniform,

ASAKO TOKUNO: That was about the time we had finals at school,

and this was my first semester at UC Berkeley.

And, uh, heard the news first.

Of course, I traveled by bus to go to school.

And as I'd stand on that corner...

(clears throat)

I would get this terrible feeling

that people were watching, looking at me.

And, um, you just get so self-conscious, you know,

so much more aware.

I'd never been aware of my...

you know, my ethnicity.

And so, that was very strange.

That was the first time I really felt, you know,

ANNOUNCER: For the latest news on the Pacific situation,

keep tuned to this station.

LEOPOLD: It seemed so incredible.

2,400 innocent people

blown off the face of the earth was an atrocity.

It was something that had to be corrected--

perhaps the word might be "avenged."

And, um... we had to get busy with it.

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT (on radio): Yesterday...

December 7, 1941...

NARRATOR: The following afternoon, people in Sacramento,

Waterbury, Luverne, Mobile,

and everywhere else in America

gathered around their radios to hear

President Franklin Delano Roosevelt

ask a joint session of Congress for a declaration of war.

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT: The attack yesterday

on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage

to American naval and military forces.

I regret to tell you that very many American lives

have been lost.

In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed...

KATHARINE PHILLIPS: We gathered outside of Langdon Hall at Auburn,

and they had a loudspeaker truck,

and we stood there quietly

and listened to President Roosevelt declare war.

(voice breaking): And, of course, our whole life changed.

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT: With confidence in our Armed Forces,

with the unbounding determination

of our people,

we will gain the inevitable triumph,

so help us God.

(applause)

NARRATOR: Three days after Congress declared war on Japan,

Japan's allies, Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy,

declared war on the United States.

All across the country,

anxious Americans asked themselves,

"How did this happen?"

For more than a decade, they had had glimpses of a world

descending into chaos--

in their newspapers, over the radio

and in newsreels shown in movie theaters.

The Strand and the State in Waterbury.

The Crest and the Alhambra in Sacramento.

The Roxy and the Pike in Mobile.

And the Pix and the Palace in Luverne.

ANNOUNCER: For the first time, we saw great cities squashed flat,

civilians bombed and killed.

NARRATOR: They had hoped they could stay out of it all.

EMMA BELLE PETCHER: You couldn't fathom across the ocean,

you know, and you couldn't fathom

what it was really like.

But they would show these newsreels,

and I'd sneak in the back of the theater and see these newsreels,

and they were horrifying.

NARRATOR: Throughout the 1930s, country after country

had been held hostage to the ruthless ambitions

of the leaders of what would be called "the Axis."

Benito Mussolini, the swaggering dictator of Italy,

dreamed of restoring the ancient Roman Empire and becoming

master of the Mediterranean.

Adolf Hitler built his monstrous Nazi regime

and the mightiest army on earth

on the German thirst for revenge--

revenge against the victors of the First World War,

but also against those at home who he claimed had stabbed

their armed forces in the back:

Socialists, Communists, and the Jews.

Above all, the Jews,

who he said were both evil and subhuman.

The German people were superior to all others, he assured them,

and he had been chosen to lead them to their great destiny--

a Reich that would rule over the Old World

and the New for a thousand years.

CROWD (chanting): Heil! Heil!

The fact is that I am a Jew.

I was aware of what was going on in Europe,

perhaps a little more than the average person might have known.

And I did feel that, somehow or other,

that Hitler had to be stopped.

Not only for the Jews, but for everybody in the world.

QUENTIN AANENSON: We knew the war in Europe

was going to affect us eventually.

After Czechoslovakia had been taken over by Germany...

we knew that the war was coming our direction,

one way or the other.

ANNOUNCER: The beginning of the Blitzkrieg, "the lightning war,"

ripping deep into a nation not equipped to meet it.

NARRATOR: On September 1, 1939,

Hitler's forces stormed across the border of Poland.

In response to the attack, Britain and France

declared war on Germany.

The Second World War had begun.

Denmark and Norway fell.

Holland had surrendered.

Belgium was crushed.

French defenses had collapsed.

And in June of 1940,

Paris fell.

Adolf Hitler was the master of Western Europe.

Then he set his sights on Britain.

For more than a year, she would stand alone

against relentless attack from the air.

EDWARD MURROW (over radio): Hello, America.

This is Edward Murrow speaking from London.

They came over shortly

after blackout time and opened the attack

with a veritable shower of flares and incendiaries.

NARRATOR: American public opinion,

which had been steadfastly against being pulled

into Europe's troubles again, had begun to change.

We had a built-up resentment to Hitler.

We had been watching the news since 1939,

so we knew what Hitler was doing in Europe.

The way he had attacked Poland,

the way he had tried to bring England

to her knees with that constant bombing--

we just disliked Hitler and everything he was doing.

NARRATOR: But as plans for Britain faltered,

Hitler had turned his attention to the east,

ordering three million troops in a surprise attack

on his supposed ally, the Soviet Union,

setting in motion the worst slaughter of the war.

Meanwhile, on the far side of the world,

the military men who ruled Japan in the name of the emperor

believed their people superior, too.

Their small, crowded island nation had moved

from medieval feudalism to the modern era

in less than a century,

and they dreamed of Japan's becoming a mighty,

self-sufficient power.

With extraordinary brutality,

they had set out to seize the resources of China.

And they coveted the French and Dutch

and British colonies in Southeast Asia as well.

ANNOUNCER: From Shanghai to Nanking,

Japan still spreads destruction from the skies

upon a score of Chinese cities.

Here is the result:

innocent victims of the savagery that masquerades as modern war.

NARRATOR: Among the obstacles in Japan's way

were the U.S. Pacific Fleet based in Hawaii...

and American military outposts in Guam, Wake Island,

and in the Commonwealth of the Philippines.

The Axis leaders were united

in their scorn for the United States.

Its people were "timid, undisciplined scum,"

Hitler said, "under the influence

of Negroes and Jews."

He was certain such a mongrel people

could never win a war against his Aryan legions.

President Roosevelt had done everything he could,

short of war, to combat the aggressors.

Providing desperately needed aid to Britain and Russia...

...demanding that Japan withdraw from China.

Finally, freezing Japanese assets

in the United States, so that no American oil

could be used to fuel further aggression in Asia.

For the Japanese militarists,

that had been the signal to go to war with America.

They made General Hideki Tojo prime minister.

He thought that by destroying

the U.S. Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbor

in a single blow,

he could stun and demoralize the country long enough

to become so dominant in the region

that Japan could never be dislodged.

American intelligence officers

had broken the Japanese diplomatic code

and knew some kind of attack was coming.

(explosion, plane soaring)

But no one had known where or when

until December 7th.

GLENN FRAZIER: I was raised in a real Christian family

and, as a result, killing was not part of my training.

And, uh, that was a big hurdle for me to get over

because I had been taught not to kill.

NARRATOR: Within hours of Pearl Harbor,

the Japanese had also attacked

the main Philippine island of Luzon.

17-year-old Glenn Frazier was now in the middle of a war

he thought he would never have to face.

FRAZIER: And when the war started

and I was going to the field hospital,

a couple of Japanese planes-- Zeros--

bombed and strafed the hospital.

(gunfire, explosions)

And as we were approaching,

a friend of mine and I-- uh, we got into a ditch

and one of the dive bombers came back and strafed us

and dropped one bomb and hit him direct.

And all I ever found of him was his left foot in a shoe.

And when that Japanese Zero turned his wings

right above the trees and started to fly away,

I could see him with a smile on his face.

And at that point, I had no problem with killing people.

In fact, I got to the point where I hunted them.

(gunshot)

And if I didn't kill a Japanese in a day,

I felt I didn't do my job.

(gunshot)

NARRATOR: Glenn Frazier was one of 31,000 men

under the command of General Douglas MacArthur,

the best-known soldier in the American Army.

A frontline hero of World War I,

he was as self-absorbed as he was courageous.

But the news of Pearl Harbor had paralyzed him.

He had had nine hours' warning,

yet when the Japanese attacked

his airfields in the Philippines,

most of MacArthur's planes were still parked wing to wing,

easy targets for the enemy.

(bombs whistling, then exploding)

More than 50,000 Japanese soldiers would soon be ashore,

converging on Manila from the north and the south.

Neither the American troops,

nor the thousands of Filipino reservists MacArthur called up

would be able to stop them.

The Americans were being pushed out of the Pacific.

MacArthur eventually ordered all his forces to retreat

onto the mountainous, forest-covered Bataan Peninsula.

He withdrew with his family and his aides

to the heavily fortified island at the mouth of Manila Bay

called Corregidor.

Meanwhile, other Americans in the Philippines,

innocent civilians thousands of miles from home,

had been swept up in the war as well.

(siren wailing, bell clanging)

(clamoring)

SASCHA WEINZHEIMER: The day Pearl Harbor got bombed

was the seventh.

But in the Philippines,

with... over the international date line, it was the eighth.

Same day, and we were bombed a few hours later.

And I had polio when I was a baby,

so I used to go to Manila three times a week

for physical therapy.

And this is what I was doing on a Monday morning,

on the eighth, when the Japanese started bombing.

NARRATOR: Sascha Weinzheimer was eight years old

in December of 1941,

the daughter and granddaughter of wealthy farmers

with enormous holdings in the Sacramento Valley

and in the Philippines.

As she would detail in a journal,

she lived with her mother and father,

her three-year-old sister and her three-month-old brother

on one of the largest sugar plantations

on the Philippine Island of Luzon.

("Auld Lang Syne"playing)

(explosions thundering in distance)

SASCHA WEINZHEIMER (dramatized): "On New Year's Eve,

"Daddy brought home three soldiers.

"When they all had big glasses

"of whiskey and soda in their hands,

"they started telling stories about fighting the Japs.

"They always smiled when people wouldn't believe them

"when they said, 'Lady, we haven't got a chance.'

Mother scolded them for talking that way."

NARRATOR: After Japanese bombs fell near their plantation,

Sascha and her family moved into Manila--

now with the army gone, a neutral, "Open City"--

joining other refugees at the Bayview Hotel.

WEINZHEIMER: The Japanese came in

on the second of January.

That was the beginning of, you know,

this putting the people into camps and so forth.

And your life changed fast.

WEINZHEIMER (dramatized): "The first thing I remember

"was looking across the street towards the bay

"and seeing Japanese soldiers and officers around the flagpole

"hoisting up the Japanese flag

where our Stars and Stripes had been."

(crowd cheering)

"Soon trucks came rolling down the boulevard,

"yelling, 'Banzai!'

"We were told to be calm and keep away from the windows.

Everyone was nervous, especially Mother."

NARRATOR: Japanese soldiers took Sascha's father

from the Bayview Hotel

to the walled campus of Santo Tomas University,

which had been turned into a civilian internment camp.

WEINZHEIMER (dramatized): "After Daddy started to say good-bye,

"I could just hardly stand it,

"and for the first time, I was afraid,

"so I screamed and held onto Daddy

"until I had to be pulled away.

"Then he ran out,

and that was the last we saw of him for a few months."

NARRATOR: Sascha and the rest of her family found shelter

first in one convent, and then another.

Wherever they were, the sound of the guns from Bataan--

where Glenn Frazier

and his comrades were still struggling

to stop the Japanese advance--

continued day and night.

(distant explosions)

(loud, rumbling explosion)

(Duke Ellington's "Perdido" playing)

SAM HYNES: You have to imagine what it was like

to be a teenage, middle-class, lower-middle-class kid

in Minneapolis in 1941.

The chances for excitement were fairly limited.

You could drive a car fast, you could get drunk,

you could take a girl out

and try and get somewhere and fail.

That's local excitement.

But to have an exciting life--

it was hard to imagine what an exciting life would be.

And then, suddenly, you could be, uh, a pilot

or a submariner, or an artilleryman,

or any damn thing, but you'd be...

It was something exciting, and it was something adult.

All of a sudden, you could choose,

just choose to be an adult by writing your name.

I'm working for a bank in town and delivering checks.

I write my name, and now I'm potentially

a combat pilot, a fighter pilot, an ace.

Or I'm the commander of a submarine

going into Tokyo Bay.

These are incredible opportunities.

You see, they're-they're melodramatic,

exciting, like the movies.

And you might do it.

So that's terrific.

It has nothing to do with patriotism.

It has nothing to do, really, with who the enemy is.

It's the opportunity to be somebody more exciting

than the kid you are.

(Benny Goodman's "Wang Wang Blues" playing)

(music continues)

KATHARINE PHILLIPS: I came home for my Christmas holidays,

and that's when I found out

that my brother Sidney had gone down

and joined the Marine Corps.

And then, of course, life really took on meaning.

SIDNEY: My father was very patriotic, and...

I felt like really expected me to join the military,

so my friend W.O. Brown

said, "Sid, let's go join the Navy in the morning."

And I said, "Fine."

And the recruiting office was crowded

like you wouldn't believe,

so we walked up to the head of the line,

saw this Marine recruiting sergeant.

He came over and said,

"Do you boys want to kill Japs?"

And we said, "Yeah, that's the idea,

but we're going to join the Navy."

And he said, "No," he said, "You don't belong in the Navy.

"You belong in the Marine Corps.

"You can't get in the Navy, anyway,

because your parents are married."

And we, uh, ended up joining the Marine Corps.

KATHARINE: So Sidney joined the Marines.

Daddy told Mother, "You might as well sign the paper, Kate.

He's going to go anyway."

He was only 17 years old.

So the story in the family is,

the Marine recruiting officer crossed the street

anytime in the next year that he encountered my mother,

because she would give him a piece of her mind

for taking her little boy into the Marines.

NARRATOR: Unlike the professional armies of Germany and Japan,

the armed forces

that Sid Phillips and others rushed to join

had been totally unprepared to wage a world war.

In 1940, the U.S. Army had been smaller

than that of Rumania--

only 174,000 men in uniform,

wearing tin hats and leggings issued during World War I,

and carrying rifles designed in 1903.

The Army still owned tens of thousands of cavalry horses.

To make up for lost time,

Congress had federalized the National Guard.

In Luverne, 129 local boys--

members of the Minnesota National Guard--

were called to active duty.

The entire town had turned out at the depot to say good-bye.

Then, in the fall of 1940, Congress enacted the draft,

and every young man in America began to worry

when his number would come up.

WILLIAM PERKINS: Somebody got the greetings.

Long envelope, you know.

And when you opened it up, it would say,

"The President of the United States and your neighbors

"have selected you to be drafted into the Armed Forces for...

to protect the country, et cetera, et cetera."

And I was down to a friend of mine's,

Howard Lopes, and he got the letter,

and he opened it up, and he was drafted.

And so, boy, we just laughed and roared,

and then I had to go home.

And when I walked in the house, my grandma says,

"There's a letter up for you up there."

And I... so I picked it up, and I looked at it.

And it said, "Greetings.

"The President of the United States

I flew out the house, run down the street, you know,

back up the street where Howard lived,

and I walked in with the paper in my hand.

Everybody looked at me,

and they had a good time laughing,

because I had been drafted.

They knew. I didn't have to tell them.

I just hold up... the letter up.

NARRATOR: Nearly 50 million men

would register for the draft during the war.

To serve, they had to be five feet tall,

weigh 105 pounds, have correctable vision

and at least half their teeth.

Of the 18 million men examined by Army doctors,

five and a half million were rejected on medical,

or dental, or what was called moral grounds--

usually because they'd given what the Army considered

the wrong answer to the question,

"Do you like girls?"

At first, the men also had to be able to read and write,

but when hundreds of thousands were rejected

on that score, the requirement was dropped,

and the Army set up special schools

to make its citizen soldiers literate.

The goal of basic training

was to turn undisciplined boys into fighting men,

whose comradeship and loyalty to their unit would help them

withstand the worst that battle had to offer.

No one who went through it would ever forget it.

WALTER THOMPSON: Well, I was 18-- I was real young.

I-I actually cried the first night

'cause I was scared, you know?

It was strangers.

Never saw any of those guys in my life.

From all walks of life, all sizes and all shapes.

And lonely for your parents,

your home, your friends.

No one in the barrack that I knew.

And so, it was just an eerie feeling

to be in that situation.

NARRATOR: Despite a growing chorus of protests by black citizens

outraged at the idea of fighting bigotry abroad

while it was tolerated at home,

the military continued to insist

on segregating African-American servicemen into all-black units.

Even blood supplies for saving the lives of the wounded

were kept separate.

WILLIE RUSHTON: Oh, we thought that one day,

our country would be better for everybody,

'cause I knew I saw a lot of things

that my father had to go through

that I didn't have to go through,

so I figured that when my children come on,

we'd still have something better than what I had,

so that's why I wanted to go fight for my country.

FILM ANNOUNCER: For this is what we are fighting.

Freedom's oldest enemy,

the passion of the few to rule the many.

This isn't just a war.

This is a common man's life-and-death struggle

against those who would put him back into slavery.

BURNETT MILLER: You know, we had lots of propaganda at films...

...showing us how bad the enemy was

and how evil and so forth.

We were all quite cynical about these.

We thought, these are training films.

It's an awful lot of propaganda and baloney.

ANNOUNCER: For the Nazi master race theory

calls for the complete wiping out of so-called inferior races.

And in village after village, local Judases point out

loyal Polish neighbors.

MILLER: We didn't believe

in the brand of evil that they were propagandizing.

We didn't think we were fighting to save the world.

But we thought that, you know,

it was our country against that country,

and that country had been the aggressor,

and, uh... the Japanese, their allies,

had started us in it, and we had to win it.

And it was that simple.

We didn't realize till later how important it really was.

I was fairly close to being a pacifist.

I believed that there is

mostly negotiated solutions

to most problems of this sort.

But I couldn't fathom that there was ever

a solution to the confrontation that Hitler was giving

to us and the rest of the world.

I felt that I belonged in the service,

um, because the threat,

while it was directed at the entire rest of the world,

was particularly directed

at the origins that I came from.

(Duke Ellington's "Echoes of Harlem" playing)

If I didn't know it

at the particular moment I went in,

13 weeks later, after I had finished my basic training,

I knew, expertly, how to kill.

Kill with a bayonet, kill with a bullet,

kill with your hands.

Yes, I could kill.

HYNES: I left Minneapolis for the service

on a dank, wet, cold,

March Minneapolis evening.

My father drove me to the station

in the car that he almost never let me drive

(chuckles): as a kid,

downtown, past all the...

places that had been the, uh,

stations of my childhood and growing up,

to the Rock Island Railroad.

It was dark.

The long platform was dark

with hanging arc lights at distance,

it was dark, light, dark, light, dark, light.

And at the far end was a Navy yeoman

with a clipboard and a gathering of young men

or boys around him.

And we stopped, and my father shook my hand.

It seemed very strange to me that my father and I

were on handshaking terms.

Then he turned around and walked back toward the entrance--

dark, light, dark, light, dark, light--

and out into the street and was gone.

And I turned to the yeoman and went up

and said, "Present," when my name came up,

and I was in the Navy.

LIFE REPORTER (dramatized): February 23, 1942.

"Out of Poland have come these appalling pictures

of the end product of German conquest."

"They show mass misery and death carried by German thoroughness

to an extreme rarely seen before in history."

"They also show the kind of thing

"the fighting foes of Nazism may expect

if they really lose the war."

"The methodical massacre takes on

"an emotional quality of sadism,

as applied by the Nazis to the Jews."

"Herded in Polish ghettos, forbidden to walk out

"or use a railway, machine- gunned in their synagogues,

"thrown by thousands into the rivers,

"stripped of clothing and food and possessions.

The Jews of Poland are literally dying out."

"These are the grim statistical facts.

The details of human agony are multiplied beyond the telling."

LIFE magazine.

NARRATOR: At the start of 1942,

almost all the news was bad.

The Soviet Union, the United States' new ally,

was under unceasing attack from the Germans,

who had encircled Leningrad

and reached the outskirts of Moscow.

Japanese troops had now taken Singapore,

the Gibraltar of the East,

and with it, all of Malaya.

They had seized Borneo and Burma and Hong Kong.

And they had taken Guam and Wake Island,

Makin and Tarawa.

There was not a single American base

between Hawaii and the Philippines.

But President Roosevelt

and British Prime Minister Winston Churchill agreed

that for the time being they would have to remain

on the defensive in the Pacific.

Germany, they decided,

with its vast armies and mighty industrial machine,

was the greatest danger.

Victory in Europe would require

not only the mobilization of a generation of young men,

but also billions of rounds of ammunition,

millions of guns, hundreds of thousands of tanks and airplanes

and fleets of ships to bring them to battle.

Producing all of that would take time.

Meanwhile, the survival of Britain and the Soviet Union

depended on a steady stream of food

and fuel and weapons from America.

("American Anthem" playing)

BURT WILSON: When I was seven years old, in Theodore Judah School,

a boy from England, an English refugee,

His name was William Murgathroid Buchanan.

We all called him Roid-- Roid Buchanan.

And we developed a great friendship.

And one day, Roid came over to my house,

and I was upstairs, and he called,

"Burt! Burt!"

And I looked out the window,

and I said, "Hi, Roid. What's going on?"

And Roid said, "Do you know

what a dirty German sub did to my father?"

And I said, "No. What?"

He said, "It killed him."

And I-I don't...

I didn't know how to deal with that.

I went downstairs,

and we sat down under the tree and talked awhile.

But it was still something that

I'd never had any experience with, up until that time--

one of my best friends telling me

that his father was killed in a war.

NARRATOR: On the evening of January 13, 1942,

as American troops tried to stop the Japanese on Bataan,

a German U-boat surfaced silently off Manhattan.

Its commander was astonished but gratified to see

that more than a month after Germany declared war

on the United States,

America's largest city was still ablaze with lights.

Using those lights to silhouette his target,

he sent a torpedo hissing toward the side

of an American oil tanker...

...then slipped back beneath the sea

and moved south in search of further prey.

Within 12 hours, he had sunk seven more unarmed vessels.

The United States seemed

totally unprepared for this kind of war.

U-boats would sink 25 tankers along the East Coast,

continuing a fierce struggle for supremacy of the seas

called the Battle of the Atlantic

and threatening to choke off America's allies.

Still, from Boston to Miami,

city fathers stubbornly resisted the idea of blackouts.

Turning the lights off would hurt tourism, they said.

The last light would not wink out until May.

But the Germans continued to sink

two or three merchant vessels every day.

More than 230 Allied ships

and almost five million tons of desperately needed mat�riel

went to the bottom of the sea in the first six months of 1942.

American beaches were black with oil.

KATHARINE PHILLIPS: All along the Gulf Coast

and all on the shores of Mobile Bay,

we could go sit on the beach,

but we were not allowed to light a fire,

because of the U-boats.

We heard often in Mobile that ships were sunk

just as they went out of Mobile Bay.

And we know this to be true,

because the life preservers and the canned goods

washed up on our beaches.

NARRATOR: For a time, the waters from Jacksonville, Florida,

to Galveston, Texas, were considered

the most dangerous shipping lane in the world.

"The only safe run," said one weary merchant seaman,

"is from St. Louis to Cincinnati."

(distant gunfire)

(closer gunfire)

(shouting)

GLENN FRAZIER: I really fought the first few days

for the good Old Glory.

You know, like everybody else,

you're saying, "good old United States.

"We're going to fight, we're going to whip these Japanese

in a matter of six months," and so forth.

But when it really hit me that this was not a short situation

and that they were hitting us hard,

then I think I changed pretty much to protect myself

and my fellow Americans, and I think I was fighting more

NARRATOR: Nearly 80,000 American and Filipino troops

had managed to escape the Japanese around Manila

and take up positions on the Bataan Peninsula.

Once again, General MacArthur's planning had faltered.

Most supplies had been left behind.

Rations had to be cut in half.

Bataan's humid forests bred malarial mosquitoes.

Clean water was in short supply.

There was little medicine on hand.

One field hospital had eight operating tables...

and 1,200 battle casualties in need of surgery.

Still the men struggled to hold on...

...fighting off one attack after another,

then retreating halfway down the peninsula.

For weeks, the men on Bataan continued to hope

that rescuers were coming.

Again and again, MacArthur had assured them of it.

"Help is on the way," he promised.

FRAZIER: On the Voice of America, one time, I remember it,

we were getting it on short-wave radio.

It said, uh, as far as the eye can see,

there's ships and planes coming to the Philippines.

We were told continuously that we were getting reinforcements.

We were told that when we retreated back into Bataan,

it would only be for a few weeks.

NARRATOR: But no troops, no planes had ever been dispatched.

They could not have made it through, anyway.

The Japanese now controlled the South Pacific.

"There are times," Secretary of War Henry Stimson confided

to his diary, "when men must die."

By early March, three out of four of Bataan's defenders

were incapacitated in some way--

sick, exhausted, wounded, weak from hunger,

suffering from beriberi.

FRAZIER: At the end, close to the end, there was one can of salmon

issued to 35 men

and some rice and very little rice,

so our situation was getting...

deteriorating and getting worse every day.

NARRATOR: MacArthur managed to leave his quarters on Corregidor

to visit his men on Bataan precisely once.

They began calling him "Dugout Doug."

The soldiers' bitterness intensified when,

acting under direct orders from the president,

MacArthur, his wife, four-year-old son

and 17 members of his staff

slipped out of Corregidor in a PT boat.

From Australia, he issued a brief statement:

"I came through," he said, "and I shall return."

FRAZIER: When he left and went to Australia,

that's what I call doomsday for Bataan,

because we knew then that we had to fight,

and he issued orders to fight to the last man,

and that's, we knew what our fate was going to be.

(projectile whistling through air)

NARRATOR: On April 9, 1942, Major General Edward L. King

sent a soldier forward with a white flag.

It was the largest surrender by the United States Army

in its history--

78,000 American and Filipino troops.

General King asked a Japanese officer just one question:

Would his men be treated decently?

Yes, said the officer.

"We are not barbarians."

But Japanese tradition held that those who surrendered

rather than die on the battlefield

were cowards, unworthy of respect.

The prisoners were prodded northward,

300 at a time.

They were to walk from Mariveles to San Fernando,

then be loaded onto railroad cars

for the journey to Camp O'Donnell in central Luzon.

What followed would be remembered

as the Bataan Death March.

FRAZIER: If we had known what was ahead of us at the beginning

of the Bataan Death March, uh, I would have taken death.

It was very, very difficult for us to understand,

because we had had no contact with the Japanese whatsoever

as to what these people are all about

and what they're like.

And they immediately started beating guys

if they didn't stand right or if they were sitting down.

We didn't know where we were going.

We didn't know anything.

And we were stopped on the way,

some of us were, and searched and beat again.

And all our possessions were taken away from us.

Some of them had rings that they just cut the fingers off

and take the rings.

They poured the water out of my canteen

to be sure that I didn't have any, any water.

I saw them buried alive.

When a guy was bayoneted or shot,

laying in the road and the convoys were coming along,

I saw trucks that would just go out of their way

to run over the guy in the middle of the road.

And when by the time you have 15 or 20 trucks run over you,

you look like a smashed tomato or something.

And I saw people that had their throats cut,

because they would take their bayonets

and stick it out through the corner of the truck at night

and it would just be high enough to cut their throats.

And beating with a rifle butt

until there just was no more life in them.

I saw Filipino women cut.

Their stomachs were cut open.

Their throats were cut.

I saw Filipinos and Americans beheaded

just with one swipe of a saber.

I marched six days and seven nights, never stopped.

I did not have but one sip of water and no food.

Now, they say that you can't do this, but I did.

When I got to the end of the march after,

uh, at the end of the entire march where I stopped

to get on a train-- they put us on a train--

my-my tongue wouldn't even go back in my mouth.

And if you look and talk to somebody about that,

they'll tell you that's how close to death I was.

NARRATOR: No one knows precisely how many men died

on the Bataan Death March--

somewhere between 6,000 and 11,000 Filipinos and Americans.

And at the end of the march,

Camp O'Donnell provided no relief.

An unfinished Philippine Army base,

surrounded by barbed wire and machine gun towers,

with little water and little shelter from the sun,

it would eventually hold nearly 60,000 miserable, desperate men.

Food was nothing but lugao, watery rice soup

filled with weevils and worms.

It was best to try and swallow it after dark,

one man recalled, so as not to have to look at it.

Some 16,000 more Filipinos and Americans would die

at Camp O'Donnell-- of dehydration, malnutrition,

malaria, beriberi, scurvy, dysentery, hopelessness.

"Their bodies went by in an endless column,"

one sergeant remembered.

"Day and night, they were carried to the cemetery."

KATHARINE PHILLIPS: We had all been so distressed

about leaving our boys in the Philippines.

There was no way of rescuing them, we know now,

but at the time, we didn't know that there were no ships.

Remember, they didn't tell us how much had been sunk

at Pearl Harbor, and we kept thinking,

"Why don't you go in there

and get the boys out of the Philippines?"

NARRATOR: One day, Glenn Frazier volunteered for burial detail.

FRAZIER: On some days, we buried 250 men,

so I didn't know but what one day that might happen to me.

So my idea was I had two sets of dog tags.

And I said to myself,

"Well, I think I'll just throw one of these sets of dog tags

"in the mass grave, so if I'm alive when the war ends,

there's no problem."

But if I'm missing or dead, I didn't... I wanted my family

to know and have some kind of ending, and so forth,

so they would think that I was in this grave.

(artillery explosion)

NARRATOR: On May 6, 1942,

Corregidor, the last American stronghold in the Philippines,

fell to the Japanese.

(men speaking Japanese)

(seagulls cawing)

(distant foghorn blows)

SAM HYNES: I went to Seattle in 1942.

One memory is very clear and strong.

It's a Saturday, and I'm taking a bus into the center of town

and across the public square

in front of the town hall, I guess it is...

And I see ahead of me

a line of people standing patiently by a bus stop.

And as I approach, I see that they're all Japanese

and that they're getting onto buses.

And I realize that these are the Japanese-American citizens

of Seattle and the neighborhood who are being sent off

to what amounted to a concentration camp.

And I think, "Well, those are my enemies."

But they don't look like enemies standing there

in their American clothes with their cardboard suitcases

waiting to be sent off into the desert.

NARRATOR: On February 19, 1942,

President Roosevelt had signed Executive Order 9066.

Its tone was carefully neutral.

It authorized the War Department to designate "military areas"

and then exclude anyone from them

whom it felt to be a danger.

But it had a specific target...

...the more than 110,000 people of Japanese ancestry

living along the West Coast.

They were about to be forced

from their homes and moved inland.

Thousands of German and Italian aliens were also locked up,

but millions of German- and Italian-American citizens

remained free to live their lives as they always had.

Only Japanese-Americans on the West Coast

were singled out.

"A Jap's a Jap," said General John L. DeWitt

of the West Coast Defense Command.

"It makes no difference

"whether he is an American citizen or not.

I don't want any of them."

Almost no one protested the government's plan,

which also classified all Japanese-Americans

as unfit for military service.

DANIEL INOUYE: 1-A is physically fit,

and 4-F, something's wrong with you.

But 4-C means enemy alien.

And here I was, 17 years of age.

I considered myself a good American but, uh...

made into an enemy.

NARRATOR: In Sacramento, soon after Order 9066 was issued,

hand-lettered signs went up all over town,

saying "Japs must go."

The orders to leave arrived in May.

Susumu Satow and his family could scarcely believe it.

They were given one week's notice.

It was middle of the harvest and...

but still, yet we had to abandon it and leave.

And so, of course, we made arrangement with our friends.

"Hey, come and pick the strawberries

because it's ready to be marketed."

And so I imagine they did that.

BURT WILSON: There was an area of town

here in Sacramento that was mostly where the Japanese lived.

And it was empty almost overnight.

And we wondered, you know, what happened?

They took somebody out of eighth grade,

a Japanese boy who did wonderful cartoons.

And one day he was there, and the next day he was gone.

And that was very difficult for us to understand,

because we didn't see Sammy or any Japanese--

at least I didn't-- any Japanese-American as the enemy.

(train whistle blows)

SATOW: We were allowed to bring

whatever you could carry, that's it.

And so you put just essentials in your suitcase.

You know, first day,

when we had to pack up our things and go to the train,

I really wondered, what's going to happen to us?

You know, that, uh, this is just the beginning

and, uh, they may very well send us back to Japan.

And that, to me, was horrible.

I, in my heart, knew my loyalty belongs to America.

I went to school, pledged allegiance every morning

in grammar school and so forth.

And for me to think

that I may be sent to Japan was... was horrendous.

NARRATOR: Asako Tokuno was still a freshman

at Berkeley that spring.

Her parents and her grandfather were evacuated first,

because they had been born in Japan.

She and her sister were left behind for a time

to close the family flower business.

We all somehow gathered the flowers,

bunched them and got them to the market,

to the flower market in San Francisco.

And so we were able to keep the business going.

And all those flowers didn't go to waste, you know.

They were just in the height of their beauty

at that time of the year,

getting ready for Easter and all the holidays.

We were really... kind of caught in the middle

when the war happened, although no question about our loyalty

to our country, you know, and how we felt.

(voice breaking): This is our country,

and when this whole evacuation thing happened, I mean,

it was like we had no country, because we weren't from Japan

and they took away our... our rights, actually.

We couldn't protest, and we wouldn't have protested,

because we had to do what the government told us to do.

And so, uh, I think our parents realized, of course,

they were, you know, not citizens,

so they accepted the whole thing.

But for us, I think it was a lot harder,

the fact that we had no rights.

(Japanese flute playing)

(band plays upbeat march)

(projector clacking)

NEWSREEL NARRATOR: Action pictures made by Movietone cameraman Al Brick,

when a big enemy invasion fleet drove to seize Midway Island

and was heavily defeated.

A hostile cruiser on fire, bombed and ablaze,

filmed from an American plane as it lies

like a smoking volcano on the sea.

One of the greatest blows of devastation...

NARRATOR: By June of 1942, Americans were desperate for good news.

And the victory at Midway--

the westernmost of the inhabited Hawaiian Islands--

was just what they had been waiting for.

It turned out to be a great triumph,

but it had almost been a total disaster.

The Japanese had hoped to smash what was left

of the Pacific Fleet, take Hawaii, hold its people hostage

and force the United States to sue for peace.

But American cryptographers had deciphered their plans,

and the Navy was waiting for them.

Still, when the battle began,

all but six of the first 41 American torpedo-bombers

sent to attack the Japanese fleet were shot down...

...without scoring a single hit on the enemy warships.

But then, American dive bombers

swooped down on four Japanese carriers.

And eventually, all four of them were destroyed.

Midway marked the first defeat for the Japanese Navy

in 350 years.

(projector clacking)

(band plays upbeat fanfare)

NEWSREEL NARRATOR: Hollywood's most famous movie stars

leave the film capital to help the government sell war bonds.

The country has asked the people to invest a billion dollars

in one month to help pay for the war.

And here's the start of the drive.

They'll tour 300 cities from coast to coast.

This is the people's way of saying,

"From the home front to the battlefront,

"from movie stars to sales clerks,

America's 130 million citizens are in the war."

The war-- the single greatest coordinated effort

in American history--

would eventually cost the United States $304 billion-?

more than three trillion dollars in today's terms.

Taxes alone could never pay for it all.

That required a series of annual War Bond drives.

The whole country got involved.

In Mobile, John Cottingham, a worker at Brookley Field,

invested all but eight cents of his paycheck each month

in war bonds.

The Black Bears, the local Negro League baseball team,

staged a doubleheader that raised $100,000.

The citizens of Sacramento were asked

to buy $16 million worth of bonds

during one particular drive.

They were told it would pay for 96 minutes of the war.

In Waterbury, bonds were sold from "Liberty House,"

set up in the middle of the town green

on the site where similar bonds

had been sold to help defeat Germany

during the First World War.

People turned out to gaze at a giant barrage balloon,

to see a German plane that had been shot from the sky,

and ride a tank.

AL McINTOSH (dramatized): Luverne, Minnesota.

"They can send all the movie stars they want

"on countrywide war bond sales drives,

"but for our part, we'll take Maude Jochims

as the best bond salesman-- or saleswoman-- of them all."

"We stopped in at the Palace Wednesday afternoon,

"and they were going to fall $8,000 short.

"Then Maude, as a one-woman campaign,

"waded in to canvass Rock County patrons.

"The bond orders poured in

and the total was boosted over $48,000."

Al McIntosh, Rock County Star Herald.

NEWSREEL NARRATOR: This was the Russian front in 1942.

The Germans advanced, looting,

torturing, murdering as they went.

The casualties ran into the millions.

They had driven 1,000 miles deep into Russian territory,

but Russia, with her "scorched earth" policy,

left nothing of value behind.

Wheat, which could not be harvested, was set afire.

Bridges were blown up, dams, railroads, power plants.

NARRATOR: Although the German invasion of the Soviet Union

had stalled outside Moscow,

with both sides suffering unspeakable losses,

a new Nazi offensive in the spring of 1942

had sent more than 225 divisions

steadily advancing across Russia.

Millions of civilians and soldiers died.

Soviet Premier Joseph Stalin was demanding that the Allies

immediately open a second front in the west

to relieve the pressure on his beleaguered people.

not a single Allied soldier fighting in Western Europe,

and there would not be for a long time.

They simply weren't ready.

American planners had a straightforward idea

of how to beat the Germans:

invade France in the spring of 1943

and drive right for Berlin.

But the British were wary of moving too fast.

"A defeat on the French coast," Winston Churchill warned,

was "the only way in which we could possibly lose this war."

Instead, he favored attacking

German and Italian forces in North Africa.

American commanders thought invading Africa

would be a dangerous and wasteful diversion...

...but Congressional elections were coming up.

American voters were eager

for more offensive action against the Axis.

President Roosevelt overruled his generals.

The invasion of occupied France would be delayed.

Instead, preparations were made for American troops

to land in North Africa at the end of 1942.

A bitter General George C. Marshall, Army Chief of Staff,

wrote privately that he and his fellow commanders

had "failed to see that the leader in a democracy

has to keep the people entertained."

("American Patrol" by Glenn Miller playing)

SIDNEY PHILLIPS: I did notice repeatedly during the war that there would be

a sense of pride in what you were a part of.

You would feel the power of the military.

You would feel the power of the convoy you were in,

the warships that were surrounding you,

the weapons that you were responsible for.

It was a strange feeling.

You knew you were in great danger,

but you somehow felt safe

in that you were a part of this great, powerful group.

NARRATOR: In early August of 1942,

Private Sidney Phillips of Mobile, Alabama,

and the 19,000 men of the First Marine Division

steamed out of Wellington, New Zealand,

in a large convoy, including all three

of America's carriers in the South Pacific.

Their target was so remote, so obscure,

that some of their officers had trouble saying its name.

But that summer, Guadalcanal, a 90-mile-long island

at the eastern end of the Solomon chain,

covered with dense jungle and coconut plantations,

had suddenly become

one of the most strategically important spots in the Pacific.

Two separate commands

had the task of pushing back the Japanese.

General Douglas MacArthur

was in command of the Southwestern Pacific,

assigned to drive from New Guinea

toward the Philippines and Formosa.

Admiral Chester W. Nimitz would use the Marines

to climb a longer ladder-- up the Solomons, the Gilberts,

the Marshalls, the Marianas,

the Volcano Islands, the Ryukus.

He would begin in the Solomons.

The Japanese had made landings there, and construction crews

were hard at work on an airstrip on Guadalcanal.

If they were allowed to complete it,

Japanese warplanes could choke off shipping lanes

between the United States and Australia

and make the Allied campaign impossible.

The Marines, including 17-year-old Sid Phillips,

now a mortarman, had been sent to stop them.

Their commander had assumed his green troops would receive

another six months of training before they saw combat.

They were armed

with old single-shot, bolt-action rifles.

They had only ten days' worth of ammunition,

and in order to get them into the fight as fast as possible,

their supply stocks had been reduced from 90 days to 60.

The men called it "Operation Shoestring."

(projectiles whistling through air)

At dawn on August 7, 1942,

American land forces went on the offensive

for the first time in the Second World War.

No one had any idea how long, how bloody

and how consequential the battle for Guadalcanal would be.

Sid Phillips' platoon was part of the second wave

of Marines to go ashore.

"We had been repeatedly told

"this would be the first

ship-to-shore landing," he remembered,

"and nobody could more than guess if such an idea

"We braced ourselves, and the craft slid up on the beach.

We charged out, ready to do or die," Phillips said,

"and there was the first wave sitting, laughing at us."

There was virtually no opposition.

The first American casualty on Guadalcanal was a Marine

who cut his hand with a machete,

trying to open a coconut.

The Marines moved off the beach.

A combat photographer caught Sid Phillips

relieving himself.

PHILLIPS: There were times of sheer boredom

and just plain hard work.

The war is actually planned by the officers,

but it is fought by the privates,

and the privates do 99% of all the hard work.

NARRATOR: Americans seized the unfinished airstrip

with little trouble and renamed it "Henderson Field"

after a Marine pilot who was killed

during the Battle of Midway.

They began to prepare it for American planes

with signs that read "Under New Management."

Their orders were to hold the field at all cost.

The enemy couldn't be allowed to retake it.

Then... the Japanese attacked.

The American fleet offshore was their first target.

PHILLIPS: The Japanese Navy came in and sank all of our escorts.

(artillery fire)

NARRATOR: Four heavy cruisers were lost,

along with more than 1,800 American sailors.

our supply ships, too, but they didn't-- it was at night,

and they didn't know how successful they had been.

But the next day, all of our supplies left,

and we were... we were there without ever unloading

even our ten days of supplies that we had brought in with us.

We would have starved to death if there hadn't have been

a big supply of Japanese rice there.

NARRATOR: The Marines found themselves alone

and began to wonder if they, like the men on Bataan,

had simply been abandoned.

(gunfire)

With no support from the sea or the air,

the men were strafed and bombed daily...

...pounded by shells from Japanese ships offshore

and under attack from enemy troops

hidden in the jungle.

PHILLIPS: We understood that we might be expendable.

It had become sort of the established thing,

and, uh, we knew our country was not yet, uh, heavily armed.

And yes, we did, uh, feel that we might be expendable.

We really did.

(automatic gunfire)

(bomb whistling through air)

NARRATOR: Phillips was among those sent out to help recover

the bodies of Marines killed in an enemy ambush.

PHILLIPS: And it was about five miles out to the ambush site.

Well, the American bodies had been mutilated.

They had been beheaded and, uh,

had their genitals, uh, stuffed in their mouths, and...

(artillery fire, gunfire continue)

our battalion never took a prisoner

that I know of after that.

I really... I really don't remember

that we ever took a prisoner.

(artillery fire)

(gunfire)

NARRATOR: On the late afternoon of August 20,

(aircraft approaching) after 13 harrowing days on the island,

Phillips heard the sound of approaching aircraft

and took cover as usual.

But this time, the planes were American.

(man whistling) The Marines cheered.

They were no longer alone.

PHILLIPS: It looked like Uncle Sam was going to fight

for that miserable place, after all.

(distant gunfire)

NARRATOR: But at 2:00 a.m. the next morning,

just hours after the first American planes arrived,

a Japanese commander sent 900 fresh troops

against Marine positions along the western bank

of a twisting jungle creek.

Its name was the Ilu River, but because the maps

the Marines had been issued had it wrong,

the fierce firefight that followed

would be remembered as the Battle of the Tenaru.

(artillery fire)

PHILLIPS: At that time on Guadalcanal,

almost every night there would be some event

that would arouse everyone, would keep everyone awake.

But this night it was different.

The whole world erupted,

and, uh... the lines became just a wall of fire.

We knew it was the real event.

NARRATOR: The Japanese commander was so certain

he could destroy the Marines

that in his diary he had filled in the entry for the day:

"21 August.

Enjoy the fruits of victory."

The Japanese kept coming all night.

"Banzai," they screamed.

"Marine, you die!"

The Marines just kept shooting.

(gunfire, echoed yells)

(gunfire continues)

PHILLIPS: We killed, I think, over 900 Japanese

and lost something like 34 Marines.

So it did our morale a great deal of good.

NARRATOR: For the first time,

the supposedly invincible Imperial Army had been stopped.

The humiliated commander,

who had predicted victory, shot himself.

But the Battle of the Tenaru settled nothing on Guadalcanal.

Japanese reinforcements poured onto the island,

and the fighting just went on and on.

(gunfire)

A confusing, vicious war of ambush

and counterattack.

A terrifying world

where random Japanese shells would explode

among the entrenched and embattled Americans.

PHILLIPS: Some men could take it,

and, uh, some just physically could not take it.

The sheer terror of knowing that the next one

is going to have your name on it--

when that goes on and on and on and on,

you... you get a strange feeling

in which you seem to become detached,

and you just think, "Well, maybe this will end

"and maybe it won't, and maybe we'll all be blown up

and maybe we won't, but who cares?"

And you... you learn to sort of live with it.

(explosion) It is just a matter of fate.

You will either survive if the Lord is willing

or you will not.

So there's really nothing you can do.

(explosions)

And you just take it.

(gunfire and artillery fire in distance)

NARRATOR: Private Sid Phillips turned 18 on September 2.

The next day, he got his first letter from home

since he'd sailed for Guadalcanal.

It was, he wrote back,

"the best birthday present possible for me."

In late September,

some American reinforcements finally made it through.

But nightly visits by fast-moving Japanese ships

the Marines called the "Tokyo Express"

kept the enemy on the island

supplied and reinforced as well.

(artillery fire)

NARRATOR: Twice, the Japanese,

determined to retake Henderson Field,

mounted full-scale assaults on the airstrip.

(artillery fire)

Twice, the Marines beat them back.

Thousands of Japanese were shot dead or blown to pieces.

(flies buzzing)

Week after week,

the battle for Guadalcanal ground on.

The Japanese were not the only enemy.

The stench of rotting vegetation and decomposing corpses

hung in the humid, lifeless air, clung to the men's clothes,

remained as a taste in the mouth.

Torrential rains turned campsites into swamps,

jungle paths into rivers of mud.

Clouds of mosquitoes spread malaria,

leaving hundreds helpless with chills and fever.

To the men on Guadalcanal,

Operation Shoestring had become Operation Pestilence.

"The typical Marine on the island,"

Sid Phillips remembered, "ran a fever,

"wore stinking dungarees, loathed twilight,

and wondered whether the U.S. Navy still existed."

the Japanese navy mounted one last major offensive,

aimed at reinforcing their forces

and dislodging the Americans on Guadalcanal.

A much smaller number of American ships steamed in

to try to stop them.

The naval battle that followed

went on for three days and three nights.

PHILLIPS: You could see the salvos of the ships,

and you could see the naval shells

going through the air like lightning bugs.

And you could see ships explode.

We didn't know if they were American or Japanese.

We didn't know who was winning or who was losing.

Sometimes when a ship would explode, it would...

the concussion would actually flap your clothes

miles and miles away.

But we did know that our fate was being decided

and we would, uh, we would...

sit there sort of mystified and horrified

by what was going on, because we knew

thousands of sailors were dying on one side or the other.

NARRATOR: Some 5,000 American sailors lost their lives

in the fighting off Guadalcanal--

so many that the casualty figures

were again kept from the public.

Among those who died

were five brothers from Fredericksburg, Iowa,

who all served on the cruiser Juneau--

Joseph, Francis, Albert,

Madison and George Sullivan.

But Japan lost two battleships,

23 other warships,

600 aircraft,

and thousands of sailors and airmen.

And most important to Sid Phillips

and the men on Guadalcanal, the enemy was no longer able

to resupply its forces on the island.

The Japanese continued to fight,

but it was clear the Americans would eventually prevail.

The last starving, desperate Japanese troops on the island

would not be killed, captured or evacuated

until February 1943.

21,000 Japanese soldiers were lost.

Guadalcanal would prove a crucial victory.

After six long months,

the Americans were beginning to learn how to beat

the Japanese-- not only in the air

and on the sea, but in the jungles,

where, over the next three years,

the fighting would only get worse.

Allied shipping lanes to Australia remained open.

And there was more good news.

American and Australian forces had also taken

the most important Japanese strongholds on New Guinea.

Japan's expansion had been stopped.

PHILLIPS: By the time we left Guadalcanal,

which was December 22nd of 1942--

we had been there since August the 7th--

everybody had lost at least 25 pounds.

Our clothes were in rags.

We were covered with sores.

And we had nearly starved to death two or three times.

KATHARINE PHILLIPS: We did not realize

how desperate the Marines were on Guadalcanal,

because the news never told us.

In fact, it was not till years later when Sidney came home

that we found that their food was down to fish heads and rice

and that he was down to 125 pounds

when they took him off of Guadalcanal.

NARRATOR: More than 1,700 Americans had died on Guadalcanal.

Another 4,700 were wounded,

and thousands more were seriously ill.

Sid Phillips had survived.

But his uncle Charles Tucker, a Navy pilot

who had flown in and out of Henderson Field, had not.

KATHARINE PHILLIPS: When we lost Charlie, it made it very real to all of us.

And by that time, we had started losing boys in the neighborhood.

The boy up here on the corner was a Navy pilot

and he was killed.

The boy down the street was an Air Force pilot

and he was missing in action.

We just... they started disappearing all around us.

And my mother spent her time

going to visit the other mothers, consoling them.

And it was a very, very fearful time.

You don't expect death among people your age.

Old people die.

And then, you begin to see

that it's your contemporaries are dying.

And therefore, it is just conceivable

that you might die, too.

("American Anthem" playing)

NARRATOR: Luverne, Minnesota, had been lucky so far.

No local family had lost a son in the war.

But in Sacramento,

Mrs. Lillian Cole had received news

that her son David had perished on the USS Arizona

at Pearl Harbor.

She had been asked by the government

"to keep secret for the present

the name of the ship on which he served."

Another Sacramento native, Airman Tom Burke,

died on a training mission in Puerto Rico,

devastating his younger brother, Earl.

In Waterbury, the family of Marine private Albert Boulanger

learned that he had been killed on Guadalcanal,

not far from where Sid Phillips of Mobile had been fighting.

Glenn Frazier was still a prisoner of the Japanese,

but the girl he loved back in Alabama had changed her mind

and was now waiting for him to come home to her.

Back in the summer of 1942,

a movie called Holiday Inn had opened.

In it, Bing Crosby introduced a new song by Irving Berlin.

(introduction to "White Christmas" playing)

� I'm dreaming �

� Of a white Christmas �

� Just like the ones I used to know... �

NARRATOR: It was an instant hit, and at Christmastime

American servicemen heard it

wherever they happened to be posted.

� ...and children listen �

� To hear sleigh bells in the snow �

� I'm dreaming �

� Of a white Christmas �

� With every Christmas card I write �

� May your days be merry and bright... �

NARRATOR: Japan's advance across the Pacific had been stopped

at Midway and Guadalcanal,

but at the end of America's first year at war,

Japan's Pacific empire still stretched 4,000 miles.

� I'm dreaming of a white Christmas � On the other side of the world,

the Red Army had stopped the Nazi advance deep into Russia

at Stalingrad.

Allied troops had finally landed in North Africa.

But there they would soon face the full might

of the German army for the first time.

The Germans still occupied most of Europe,

still had designs on Britain

and, eventually, on the United States as well.

For Americans in uniform, a hometown Christmas

seemed very far away.

(final phrase of "White Christmas" plays)

(gentle piano melody playing)

NORAH JONES: � All we've been given �

� By those who came before �

� The dream of a nation �

� Where freedom would endure �

� The work and prayers of centuries �

� Have brought us to this day �

� What shall be our legacy? �

� What will our children say? �

� Let them say of me �

� I was one who believed �

� In sharing the blessings I received �

� Let me know in my heart �

� When my days are through �

� America, America �

� I gave my best to you... �

� America �

� I gave my best to you. �

(birds chirping, distant machine gun firing)

NARRATOR: Back on November 4, 1942,

as Sid Phillips and the First Marine Division

continued to try to hold Henderson Field on Guadalcanal,

a unique force began landing 31 miles to the east.

The Second Marine Raider Battalion--

best known as "Carlson's Raiders"--

had orders to slip into the jungle behind enemy lines

and harass the 3,000-man Japanese force hidden there.

With them was a young man named Bill Lansford

from the Boyle Heights neighborhood

of East Los Angeles.

His absent father was a policeman.

His mother, Rosalinda Melendez, had come to California

from Juarez, Mexico.

LANSFORD: As a boy, I was not really aware of the Anglo world at all.

Principally I lived in Latino neighborhoods

and spoke Spanish at home

and knew very little English

until I was about 14 years of age.

I had actually wanted to join the Navy

because it had that mystique of going to foreign lands

and all that kind of stuff.

But the fact of the matter is

that I was considered too skinny and too little

and they rejected me over and over until I got to be

like a fly hanging around a gravy bowl there,

you know, the Navy station.

And one day I came out

and there was this enormous Marine in blues

and standing there, and he gave me a real pep talk.

He said, "Why don't you join the Marines?

They're the best outfit there is."

And I thought, "Well, the Navy doesn't want me;

I'll try them," you know.

So in a way, it was the best choice I ever made in my life.

NARRATOR: At first, like many Latinos,

he did not feel entirely welcome in the Marine Corps.

I think it was Little Texas in the Marine Corps,

and as you know, Texans and Mexicans didn't...

weren't exactly bosom buddies in those days.

As the war advanced and we went on through,

these Texan guys began seeing

that we weren't what they thought we were.

that they weren't what we thought they were.

And being Marines was kind of a melting pot,

It was like the... a mini United States, you know,

where you got Jews, you got Italians, you got Indians,

and they all learn to live together.

(explosion, men shouting)

The Latinos have a culture just as the Japanese had, you know,

their own form of Bushido code, which is not as extreme

but certainly is just as firm in their nature.

And that's that they want to prove

that they're up to whatever job is given to them.

And they want to show that they're as patriotic as anybody,

as some blue-eyed blond guy.

NARRATOR: Lansford soon heard about the Second Raider Battalion,

an elite commando unit, and decided to volunteer.

Its commander, Lt. Colonel Evans F. Carlson,

was a minister's son with a crusader's zeal.

Carlson's motto was "Gung ho"-- Chinese for "Work together."

Officers were called by their first names

and lived just as their men did.

Decisions were made collectively, by consensus.

LANSFORD: Colonel Carlson was a visionary...

and he understood guerrilla warfare perfectly.

He had made a lifelong study of it and his...

I think his hero was Lawrence of Arabia.

NARRATOR: Carlson's second in command

was the oldest son of the president of the United States,

James Roosevelt.

LANSFORD: I think he may have been nearsighted,

and he had to wear special shoes,

but he certainly never asked and never got any special treatment.

PETE ARIAS: He used to stand in line with the rest of the troops.

When we went to eat, he'd stand in line

with his utensils and stuff like that,

and, uh, he was just another guy as far as I was concerned.

NARRATOR: Also serving with the Raiders

was a farmer's son from Los Angeles County,

Pete Arias of C Company,

who had joined up to get away from home.

Within hours of landing on Guadalcanal,

the Raiders moved into the jungle, already on the hunt.

Their objective was to terrify and bewilder the enemy,

mounting surprise attacks from the rear,

then melting away again, living off the land.

(explosion)

LANSFORD: The Japanese had never been defeated.

You know, they had defeated the Russians in 1904,

and from that time on they had been considered

the finest jungle troops and light troops.

They had a sense of being superior.

They held the American soldiers in contempt.

They thought we were a bunch of softies.

They thought that we could not make the sacrifices

that the Japanese could-- the Bushido code and all that stuff.

And that superiority on the part of the Japanese

is one of the things that defeated them,

because the last thing they expected

was any Americans to be behind their lines.

And they couldn't believe it.

And in the beginning

they thought we were just small patrols

They didn't realize they were up against an organized force.

And we... we couldn't take them on, you know, face to face.

You know, there were too many of them.

So we kept hitting their flanks and hitting their rear end

and attacking them where they thought we weren't going to be,

and chopping away at them.

It was like chopping pieces of an animal until the animal died.

NARRATOR: Most of the fighting was brief, violent and at close quarters.

Sometimes just a few feet separated the Americans

from the enemy.

ARIAS: The Raiders were in there,

we was in there to take care of people, you know.

If we ran into them, we'd take care of them,

and that... that's the way it was.

But there was a lot of Japs, though.

We used to run into them every other day.

Well, they used to tell us

that, uh... the Japanese couldn't see very far.

But I... they could see far enough to kill you.

NARRATOR: One day, Pete Arias and his squad

were ordered to cross a clearing

on the outskirts of a deserted village.

ARIAS: My corporal-- he was our squad leader-- he says, uh,

"I don't think we ought to go across that field."

So here comes the captain, he says, the company commander,

he says, "Hey, what's the holdup?"

And this, uh, then this squad leader of mine says,

"Hey, Captain, I don't think we ought to cross this field."

And the captain says, "Aw, go ahead."

This machine gun opened up, right in front of us.

It wiped out my squad.

My platoon leader, he said, "Move your squad."

I says, "I ain't got no squad."

We lost a lot of people there.

NARRATOR: In the fighting that followed,

some of the Raiders were captured,

then tortured and mutilated.

LANSFORD: And we could hear them, you know, crying out

while they were being tortured.

And the following day, after the battle

and after we discovered our guys, our Raider guys,

staked to the ground and, you know,

in effect tortured, cut up,

we had captured, I think, five guys.

When we were assembled there after the battle, Carlson said,

"Did anybody lose a good friend in the battle yesterday?"

And some guys raised their hands.

And then he said, "Okay, take these guys out

and do what you have to do."

So some of the guys took them out and killed them.

Just took them in the jungle and shot them.

We were supposed to be good guys and...

there were no reporters with us.

So the word never got out until much later

that that had happened, and some people still deny it.

But I was there and I'm telling you that... that we did it.

NARRATOR: What came to be called the "Long Patrol"

went on for 30 brutal days.

Carlson's Raiders lost 34 men,

but they killed almost 500 Japanese.

A few months later, the American guerrillas would fight again

in the Solomon Islands, this time on Bougainville.

LANSFORD: Bougainville was the worst place I've ever been.

If there really is a hell,

I mean it's got to be like Bougainville.

It just... the island was a pile of pestilence.

One night we were moving into a position up the Piva Trail,

I mean you couldn't... literally couldn't see your hand

in front of your face.

We were moving in there and I had a machine gun

and, uh, my assistant gunner and I set up the gun.

And we didn't know where we were.

We didn't know where the enemy was

except that he was supposed to be right in front of us.

And as we were setting up the gun, we heard a shot,

just one shot.

And I heard a guy go... (grunts).

You know, he, like, caught his breath.

And, uh, you know, we lay there for a long time.

Then we began to hear this guy moaning.

The moans became louder and then he became delirious

and then he began to call for his mother.

I thought that was only in the movies, but it isn't.

And, uh, it was a terrible night.

And then, you know, we were trying to sleep and we couldn't,

and, uh, and I began thinking,

"Jesus Christ, why don't you die, goddammit.

You know, we got to sleep."

You know, your mind gets crazy after a while

under those conditions.

And he continued to moan and...

until near morning when he died.

When it was daylight, we were told to withdraw from there.

And they had this guy in a poncho,

and they were dropping him into one of the holes

that the people in the back had dug.

And I said, "Who is the guy?"

He told me the name of... of the guy

and it was, you know, my best friend.

And he had been about three or four guys away from me,

and it was an accidental discharge.

Somebody had accidentally fired a shot as he hit the deck,

and the rifle butt hit the deck and he fired

and it was the only shot fired that night

and he... it killed him.

And, you know, I just, you know, I felt like hell.

I really felt that.

Because of hearing him and the guilt feeling, you know,

that I kept saying, "Why don't you die, for Christ sakes."

And the other guys told me that they felt the same way.

We were so tired, we just wanted to sleep.

When you wish a guy dead

and it turns out to be your best friend, you know,

it's... the pits.

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