They are three brothers, all Navy men, who end up coincidentally and extraordinarily at the epicenter of three of the war’s most crucial moments. Bill is picked by Roosevelt to run his first Map Room in Washington. Benny is the gunnery and anti-aircraft officer on the USS Enterprise, one of the only carriers to escape Pearl Harbor and by the end of 1942 the last one left in the Pacific to defend against the Japanese. Barton, the youngest and least distinguished of the three, is shuffled off to the Navy Supply Corps because his mother wants him out of harm’s way. But this protection plan backfires when Barton is sent to the Philippines and listed as missing-in-action after a Japanese attack. Now it is up to Bill and Benny to find and rescue him.
Based on ten years of research drawn from archives around the world, interviews with fellow shipmates and POWs, and primary sources including diaries, unpublished memoirs, and letters half-forgotten in basements, The Jersey Brothers is a remarkable story of agony and triumph—from the home front to Roosevelt’s White House, and Pearl Harbor to Midway and Bataan. It is the story, written with intimate, novelistic detail, of an ordinary young man who shows extraordinary courage as the Japanese do everything short of killing him. And it is, above all, a story of brotherly love: of three men finding their loyalty to each other tested under the tortures of war—and knowing that their success or failure to save their youngest brother will shape their family forever.
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The Jersey Brothers
I have a clear memory of that moment when our innocence was fractured, perhaps because it was in such contrast to our blissful cousin-play. It was a midsummer night in the 1960s, and we were playing badminton on the south lawn of Lilac Hedges, our grandmother’s home in New Jersey. The highlight of those summer visits was seeing our cousin there, whom we adored and rarely saw otherwise. I know it was dusk because that was when the bats started dive-bombing the birdie, our favorite part of the evening.
The adults—my father, mother, aunt, and grandmother—were having their cocktails on the front porch. Suddenly we heard Aunt Rosemary’s voice rise up over the rest, after which she burst into tears. Then we heard a glass break, which is when we stopped our play, got dead quiet, and strained our ears. When I say break, I don’t mean fall-off-the-table break; I mean throw-against-the-wall break. Then we heard our mother try to say something, and then she started crying.
My father was an admiral, and at the time serving as the navy’s judge advocate general (JAG). He usually held the attention of the people around him—at work and at home. But his attempts to restore calm were in vain that evening, as apparently were my mother’s attempts to assist him. We couldn’t hear much, but without a doubt, the ever-charged topic was our mysterious Uncle Barton, a naval ensign who had been wounded and taken prisoner by the Japanese long before any of us was born.
We kids had never met Uncle Barton, but my siblings, cousin, and I all knew what he looked like. There were photos of him on every wall of every room at Lilac Hedges. You would hardly have known that our grandmother had three other children. I especially remember Barton’s imposing oil portrait on the facing wall at the turn near the top of the front stairs. I was sure his smiling green eyes followed my every step as I walked up. We joked that he was winking at us, but whenever I reached that landing, I took those last two steps in a leap of terror, as though fleeing a ghost.
We left Lilac Hedges abruptly the next morning for the drive back to Washington, DC. A flimsy explanation for the early departure was offered as four glum kids took turns hugging our cousin, promising him unconvincingly that we’d be back, and then piling into our old Chevy wagon. I don’t remember what reason was offered, just that none of us believed it.
One thing was certain: there was always tension when this Uncle Barton’s name came up. Each time, I felt a familiar tingling at the back of my neck and then braced myself. Here we go again. What was going on here? As children, and then teens, and then young adults, we analyzed every syllable whenever the topic sprang from its dark corner, hoping to elicit conclusive details. But the mystery persisted long into our adulthood. Speculation on what had happened to him—and when—became a sort of a parlor game for us, and it never ended satisfactorily.
When I set out to unravel this family mystery, my objective was to uncover the facts that led to the anguished outburst that night—and which ended our traditional summer visits to Lilac Hedges. I was determined to learn more about this Uncle Barton, but what I uncovered would have stunned the adults on that porch.
Table of Contents
1 April 1942, Luzon, the Philippines 3
2 Benny 23
3 Helen 40
4 Bill 51
5 Cabanatuan, Spring 1942 67
6 White House Map Room, April 1942 74
7 "This Force Is Bound for Tokyo" 81
8 Barton, 1930-1941 93
9 The Perils of Escape-and a Little Baseball 115
10 A Brother's Burden: The Search 123
11 Midway 138
12 Under Siege: JN-25 152
13 To Davao: En Avant! 159
14 And Then There Was One: USS Enterprise Versus Japan 168
15 The Other War: Army-Navy Football 184
16 Happy Days at the Penal Colony 193
17 Winter's Grief 203
18 Escape: Crime and Punishment 208
19 Farewell to the White House 215
20 A Tale of Atrocities 231
21 August 1943: Allied War Summit; Quebec, Canada 239
22 Revenge on the Innocent and a Covert Plan 249
23 Secrets Inside the Oxygen Tent 259
24 Hero of Bataan Versus the War Department 264
25 Bad Tidings 269
26 Politics in Brisbane 278
27 "Proceed to Kwajalein" 282
28 The Best-Laid Plans 291
29 Initiation at Saipan 303
30 Decampment 325
31 September 1944, Lilac Hedges 333
32 Hopes Dashed 343
33 Setbacks 351
34 Through a Prism: MacArthur's Return 364
35 What Benny Knew 380
36 The Oryoko Maru 390
37 End Game in the Pacific 407
38 A Sailor's Nightmare 428
39 In the End, a Question of Casualties-and Sea Power 447
40 No Peace at Lilac Hedges 467
41 Final Hours 481
Select Bibliography 565
Image Credits 575
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This genre is not typically my taste, however, I read a story about the author and the book in my local paper and it sparked my interest so I gave it a try. I was VERY pleasantly surprised. The story is very well written and the attention to detail following many years of research is evident throughout the story. Mrs. Freeman does an excellent job sharing her family's story while being true to the events of history. A well written story about a patriotic American family and the bond of love and loyalty among brothers. Well done Mrs. Freeman!
For three brothers to have taken part in and/or witnessed all of the things that they did, you would think they would each have had to have been Forrest Gump. Remarkable story of an amazing family.