Throughout the World War II campaign in the Pacific, an ordinary seaman defied navy regulations by surreptitiously compiling a diary on scraps of paper. One of the most extraordinary personal documents to emerge from the war, James J. Fahey's diary presents a vivid picture of an average sailor's daily life -- from the first battle to the typhoons and food shortages to the final desperate attacks by kamikaze pilots and Japanese suicide ships.
|Publisher:||Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing|
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.95(d)|
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
At one point seaman James T. Fahey remembered "I picked up a tin pie plate with a tongue on it." The tongue had belonged to the pilot of a Japanese suicide plane, one of dozens--no, hundreds--blown to pieces over Fahey's light cruiser, U.S.S Montpelier, maybe by Flahey's own quad 40 mm "The deck ran red with blood," a cliche made horrible because it was true. Other sailors collected ribs and knee bones as souvenirs. "The ...bodies were blown into all sorts of pieces." This was the battle of Leyte Gulf, in the center of the Phillipines, Nov. 27, 1944. It was also the middle of seaman Fahey's war. He left his position driving a garbage truck in 1942, signed up for the navy like his two older brothers,and served on the Montpelier until discharged in December 1945. During his time at war the Montpelier traveled 200,000 miles, bombarded enemy strongholds 53 times, took part in 26 invasions, and fired 100,000 rounds of 5 and 6 inch shells. The concussion from the shells rendered many of the sailors deaf, temporarily or permanently stunned, and a few quite insane, having to be tied down. The men lived in conditions similar to those of the Revolutionary War: Half-starved (often getting one ham sandwich, an apple, and a cookie for a day's rations) sleeping on a roasting hot metal deck because it was even hotter down below, staying in a cramped, scalding hot turret at their guns for days at a time with a bucket for a toilet, remaining awake and scared to death for endless hours, yet eager to join in the next battle.Mail was months in coming, shore leave was walking on a barren beach for an hour with your buddies and two cans of beer. Armament and practice made the Montpeliier the deadliest of weapons. When the men were not in battle they were lugging 130 lb. warheads and ammo sacks on their shoulders from supply ship to cruiser hold, and then were immediately firing the live ammo at sleeve targets pulled by planes or floating targets pulled by boats. The guns--cannon and machine guns--were always firing. Amazingly, seaman Flahey wrote it all as it happened, or immediately after, on small sheets of paper disguised as letters to family. Diaries were forbidden by the navy, and on pop inspections this sailor hid the illegal sheets inside his shirt. He wrote very small, and very detailed, whenever he had a chance : sometimes daily, sometimes with a gap of weeks. It's all here in this Pacific War Diary: the boredom, the sleeplessness, the rumors, the food, the storms, the battles for Guadalcanal, Corregidor, Saipan, Japan itself, the floating bodies of suicidal civilians--men, women, children--, the endless, endless, endless booming. And in the end, the victory. Sailing into Kobe Bay to free American prisoners, and even walking innocently--if illegally--down Japanese streets immediately after surrender and even visiting Hiroshima. After meeting a number of Japanese civilians and even visiting Hiroshima, he concluded, "The Japanese people are no different from people in any other part of the world. The people all over the world are good. It's the leaders who are to blame." This was one hell of a war. This is one hell of a book. Read it.
I'm a sailor of the Vietnam era. I was not aware of the book until 2012 long after I retired. At first I found the book interesting at best but as I read further I am in awe at the detailed narrative. On or return to the US from the South China Seas we toured and paid tribute to the great naval battles detailed in this book, how horrendous it must have been. I regret not knowing details of my father-in-laws capture in Corrigador,PI or the exact location where my father was wounded while attacking Manila PI. Had I known details I would have paid a visit to this locations while RR in Subic Bay PI, I recall Grande Island as a beautiful place with clear deep shores. not knowing that my Father-in-law was detailed to restore the defenses to the entrance to Subic Bay in Grande island. than moving to defend Corrigador and captured by JAP forces there in 1942. Or that my Dad traveled to Manila through the jungle where a jap sniper shot him in the neck and back possibly from the Subic Bay area. A book for all Sailors to read never will we see battles as this again. Where battles lasted days . now they are measured in minutes. My Thank You to all Sailors Soldiers and Marines, for leading the way with immeasurable courage.