WWII: A Chronicle of Soldiering
By James Jones
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In 1975, James Jones was chosen to write the text for an oversized coffee table book featuring visual art from World War II. The book was a best seller, praised for both its images and for Jones’s text. In subsequent decades, when it became impossible to reproduce the book with its original artwork, it fell out of print and was forgotten. But now, this edition of WWII makes Jones’s stunning text—his only extended nonfiction writing on the war—available once again.
Moving chronologically and thematically through the complex history of World War II, Jones interweaves his own vivid memories of soldiering in the Pacific—from the look on a Japanese fighter pilot’s face as he bombed Pearl Harbor, so close that Jones could see him smile and wave, to hitting the beach under fire in Guadalcanal—while always returning to resounding larger themes. While much of WWII is a tribute to the commitment of American soldiers, Jones also pulls no punches when recounting questionable strategic choices, wartime suffering, disorganization, the needless loss of life, and the brutal realization that a soldier is merely a cog in a heartless machine
James Jones
James Jones (1921–1977) was one of the most accomplished American authors of the World War II generation. He served in the U.S. Army from 1939 to 1944, and was present at the attack on Pearl Harbor as well as the battle for Guadalcanal, where he was decorated with a purple heart and bronze star. Jones’s experiences informed his epic novels From Here to Eternity and The Thin Red Line. His other works include Some Came Running, The Pistol, Go to the Widow-Maker, The Ice-Cream Headache and Other Stories, The Merry Month of May, A Touch of Danger, Whistle, and To the End of the War—a book of previously unpublished fiction.
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5this is a short history of WWII, very much from the viewpoint of the USA. Not a book of much interest, and the prose is flat, very flat for James Jones.
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WWII - James Jones
James Jones (1921–77) was an American novelist best known for his World War II trilogy: From Here to Eternity, winner of the 1952 National Book Award, The Thin Red Line, and Whistle, the last published posthumously. During World War II, he was decorated with both the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart Medals.
The University of Chicago Press, Chicago, 60637
The University of Chicago Press, Ltd., London
© 1975 by the Estate of James Jones
All rights reserved. Published 2014.
Paperback edition 2014
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ISBN-13: 978-0-226-18093-9 (paper)
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DOI: 10.728/chicago/9780226181097.001.0001
Originally published in the United States in a slightly different form as part of an illustrated volume (Grosset & Dunlap, 1975) reprinted by Ballantine Books in 1976.
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Jones, James, 1921–1977, author.
WWII : a chronicle of soldiering / James Jones.
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Originally published in the United Sates in a slightly different form as part of an illustrated volume (Grosset & Dunlap, 1975) reprinted by Ballantine Books in 1976.
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Includes bibliographical references and index.
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JAMES JONES
WWII
A CHRONICLE OF SOLDIERING
THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO PRESS
Chicago and London
PRAISE FOR JAMES JONES’S WWII
The most stirring and lucid account of World War II that I have ever read.
Joseph Heller
[Jones] overcomes the vastness of the event by emphasizing his personal experience of it, thus giving the reader a foothold in the text that is far more satisfying than gliding across a glossy overview. He overcomes his limited viewpoint of the war by symbolizing it in the experience of the common infantryman and locating in that experience a unique significance.
Christopher Lehmann-Haupt, New York Times, 1975
Anytime he writes of war you can smell the gunsmoke. A book like this was needed to remind us what it was like. . . . A remarkable achievement.
James Michener
"Jones is a man of experience and memories. . . . [He] has written WWII with passion, projected in accounts of actions he never saw no less than of actions in which he participated . . . anyone can salute WWII as providing vivid vicarious experiences, a mind-bending extension into new territory of whatever one knew before, not only about war but about human nature."
Alfred C. Ames, Chicago Tribune, 1975
An expert, eloquent personal remembrance of battles past, what it felt like to live each day as possibly one’s last, what it felt like to go into battle, and finally what it felt like to get hit . . . written by one of the best combat novelists of our time.
San Francisco Examiner & Chronicle
Spectacular and revealing.
National Observer
Amazing . . . with his inimitable bent for realism, his perception and his combat infantry experiences in the South Pacific, he has somehow managed to write about the whole war, in all its far-flung theatres, and with its entire cast of combatants . . . brilliantly illuminated with samples of the finest combat art to come out of the war . . . should be made required reading.
Cleveland Press
Combat, as it appeared to GIs who dodged bullets and watched their comrades die, is brilliantly portrayed . . . an antidote to the hundreds of books about the war which have been written by generals and politicians.
New York Daily News
Anyone who truly wants to understand [our] civilization ought to read it.
Providence Journal
"Superb . . . the sights, sounds and smells of the war as well as the feelings of the men who fought it. . . . WWII will bring the memories flooding back; for the student of that global conflict and for the general readers . . . a vivid, highly instructive capsule course in what happened during those dramatic 44-plus months."
Philadelphia Bulletin
This may be Jones’ great contribution to the history of war.
New Haven Register
CONTENTS
Publisher’s Note
Acknowledgments
I
To Us Old Men
In the Beginning
Whistling Dixie
I Didn’t Raise My Boy
The Coral Sea and Midway
Waiting
While Waiting . . . a Look at Europe
Guadalcanal
Soldier’s Evolution
First War Art
The Battle of Auckland
North Africa
Grand Strategy
Green and Obscene
Is History Written by the Upper Classes for the Upper Classes?
II
Humor
The Art Programs
The Big War
Casualties
The Forgotten Year
Pacific Chess
Tarawa, Saipan, Peleliu
Painting It
Anonymity
Italy
More on Humor: Mauldin
Anzio
Going Out
Overlord
Hospital
The Home Front
Love among the Riveters
III
D-Day
Bloodbath at Omaha
Consolidation
Air War
Nose Art
Breakout—and the Long Haul
The Final Evolution
The Bulge
Philippines: First Leyte, and Then Luzon
Twilight of Some Old Gods
IV
The Last Mile
The Last Yard
The Last Foot
Mushroom
Bugbear
Surrender Now
Responsibility, but for What?
An End to It
Pass in Review!
References
Index
Illustrations: see pages 39, 55, 89, 98, and 140.
Maps: see pages 120, 144, and 181.
PUBLISHER’S NOTE
James Jones’s text for this book was originally commissioned to accompany a lavishly illustrated, over-sized picture book of World War II graphic art published in 1975, entitled simply WWII. As Jones explains in the opening of that volume,
Art Weithas, the head art director of Yank [the Army weekly magazine published during WWII], had come up with the idea. There was a lot of good art about World War II, Weithas maintained. [. . .] Much of this was work done expressly for the army, the navy, or the Marine Corps collections, by professional artists hired or in some cases actually enlisted to do just that. [. . .] This material ought to be made available to the public, Weithas felt. Put it where it could be seen and enjoyed.
At the time, Jones was, as he puts it, "deep into the writing of an intensely personal novel about World War II, one that would make a trilogy with From Here to Eternity and The Thin Red Line." This was
a trilogy conceived twenty-seven years ago, and very dear to my ambition. I had been digging away at the third volume for years, and then laying it aside to do something else. Only a year before I had laid it aside once again to go out to Vietnam for the New York Times. Now it was much further along, and going well. I hated to put it aside again.
Yet, perhaps because he saw how powerful much of the art was, Jones agreed to write the text to accompany it. He then probably wrote a good deal more than Weithas was expecting, not about the images, but about his own memories, and understanding, of WWII. The edition you are holding is James Jones’s only nonfiction account of his months in combat. It includes a handful of the images Jones seemed most interested in, but in three cases where he briefly discusses art we were unable to reproduce, we have cut the text. We have also divided the many sections of the text into four Parts.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
It would have been impossible to do this book without the keen interest and intense dedication of the people below, who work and do battle in the much neglected field of military history in Washington.
My thanks are hereby tendered to all of them.
ARMY
Center of Military History
Brigadier General James L. Collins, Jr., Commander
Colonel R. W. Argo, Jr., Deputy Commander
Colonel Walter L. McMahon, Chief, Historical Services Division
Ms. Marian R. McNaughton, Chief Art Curator, Army Art Activity
Ms. Marylou Gjernes, Art Curator, Army Art Activity
Ms. Hannah Zedlick, Archivist and Historian, General Reference Branch, Army Historical Records Society
Lieutenant Colonel, GS, Hugh G. Waite, Chief, News Branch Public Information Division
Audio-Visual Agency
Major Ralph K. Anderson, Director, Pentagon Audio-Visual Operations
Ms. Viola De Stefano, Chief of the Reference Library
AIR FORCE
Air Force Art Collection
Lieutenant Colonel George R. Hockett, Chief, Art and Museum Branch, Community Relations Division, Office of Information
Ms. Leora Maybelle Stanley, Deputy Chief, Art and Museum Branch
Mr. Robert Arnold, Administrative Services Assistant
Ms. Ethel Forrest, Secretary
Lieutenant Colonel J. Robert King, Chief, Pictorial/Broadcast Branch, Public Information Division, Office of Information
Air Space Audio-Visual Service
Ms. Margaret Livesay
COAST GUARD
Captain Adrian L. Lonsdale, Chief, Public Affairs Division
Commander J. L. Webb, Assistant Chief, Public Affairs Division
Mr. Brian Norris, Chief of Media Relations Branch, Public Affairs Division
MARINE CORPS
Colonel F. B. Nihart, Deputy Director, Marine Corps Museums
Mr. John T. Dyer, Head Curator, Marine Corps Art and Exhibits Unit
NAVY
Office of Chief of Naval Information
Mr. Charles Lawrence, Curator, Navy Combat Art Collection
Mr. John D. Barnett, Assistant Curator, Navy Combat Art Collection
Ms. Bonnie Kay Uhrich, PH3, USN U.S. Naval Photographic Center
THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS
Mr. George S. Hobart, Curator of Documentary Photography
A special thanks to General Fred C. Weyand, Army Chief of Staff, for his persistent interest and help when it counted.
And thanks to Eugene Clarence Braun-Munk whose valuable assistance helped to bring this book about.
James Jones
I
TO US OLD MEN
Such are we humans, such is our nature, that we can look back on moments when we very nearly died and remember them with nostalgia, and pleasure. The truth is, thirty-five years has glossed it all over and given World War II a polish and a glow that it did not have at the time. The process of history always makes me think of the way the Navajos polish their turquoise. They put the raw chunks in a barrel half filled with birdshot, and then turn the barrel and keep turning it until the rough edges are all taken off and the nuggets come out smooth and shining. Time, I think, does the same thing with history, and especially with wars.
History is always written from the viewpoints of the leaders. And increasingly, in our age, war leaders do not get shot at with any serious consistency. Leaders make momentous, world-encompassing, historical decisions. It is your average anonymous soldier, or pilot, or naval gunnery rating who has to carry them out on the ground. Where there is often a vast difference between grandiose logic and plans and what takes place on the terrain. What it is that makes a man go out into dangerous places and get himself shot at with increasing consistency until finally he dies, is an interesting subject for speculation. And an interesting study. One might entitle it the Evolution of a Soldier.
Physiologically we are so constructed that it is impossible for us to remember pain. We can remember the experience of having had pain but we cannot recall the pain itself. Try it sometime. In your next meditation session, reflect on your last dental appointment. In the same way our psychic memory is constantly at work winnowing out the bad and the unpleasant from our remembered experience, to leave and file away only the good parts and the pleasant. A summer day from childhood is remembered for the way the sun fell like greenish gold through the leaves of the maple trees and for the hot still quiet of anticipation in the air, not for the way one’s mother cried out harshly across the back yard to get back to work weeding the tomatoes. It would seem the internal Universe as well as the external is built on the principle of letting the dead past bury its dead.
Thus we old men can in all good conscience sit over our beers at the American Legion on Friday nights and recall with affection moments of terror thirty years before. Thus we are able to tell the youngsters that it wasn’t all really so bad. Perhaps fortunately for us all, there appears to be a psychic process one might label the De-Evolution of a Soldier, as well as the process I called the Evolution of a Soldier.
And perhaps because of it, perhaps the hardest thing is to try to recreate it as it really was.
IN THE BEGINNING
There was never any question about the beginning of World War II for the United States. Pearl Harbor began it crisply and decisively and without discussion.
Absolutely nobody was prepared for it. At Schofield Barracks in the infantry quadrangles, those of us who were up were at breakfast. On Sunday mornings in those days there was a bonus ration of a half-pint of milk, to go with your eggs or pancakes and syrup, also Sunday specials. Most of us were more concerned with getting and holding onto our half-pints of milk than with listening to the explosions that began rumbling up toward us from Wheeler Field two miles away. They doing some blasting?
some old-timer said through a mouthful of pancakes. It was not till the first low-flying fighter came skidding, whammering low overhead with his MGs going that we ran outside, still clutching our half-pints of milk to keep them from being stolen, aware with a sudden sense of awe that we were seeing and acting in a genuine moment of history.
As we stood outside in the street huddled back against the day-room wall, another fighter with the red suns on its wings came up the boulevard, preceded by two lines of holes that kept popping up eighty yards in front on the asphalt. As he came abreast of us, he gave us a typically toothy grin and waved, and I shall never forget his face behind the goggles. A white silk scarf streamed out behind his neck and he wore a white ribbon around his helmet just above the goggles, with a red spot in the center of his forehead. I would learn later that this ribbon was a hachimaki, the headband worn by medieval samurai when going into battle, usually with some religious slogan of Shinto or Emperor worship inked on it.
Battleship Row was turned into a living inferno and men there, precipitated into full-scale war without previous experience and with no preparation, performed feats of incredible heroism and rescue that seemed unbelievable later. Men dove overboard from red-hot decks to try to swim a hundred yards underwater beneath the oil and gasoline fires that spread over the surface. Some made it, God knows how. One sailor told of seeing a bomb land beside a buddy who was just starting to climb an exterior ship’s ladder. When the fumes cleared, he saw the concussion had blown the buddy completely through the ladder and into neatly rectangular chunks the size of the ladder openings. But I don’t think he ever knew what hit him,
the sailor said with a shaky smile.
Later that Sunday in mid-afternoon, when in the confusion and shock my unit, along with several hundred others, finally pulled out of Schofield for our defensive beach positions, we passed Pearl Harbor. We could see the huge rising smoke columns high in the clear sunny Hawaiian air for miles before we ever got near Pearl. I shall never forget the sight as we passed over the lip of the central plateau and began the long drop down to Pearl City.
Down toward the towering smoke columns as far as the eye could see, the long line of army trucks, each with its splash of OD
—the olive-drab field uniform shirts—wound serpentlike up and down the draws of red dirt through the green of cane and pineapple. Machine guns (MGs) were mounted on the cab roofs of every truck possible. I remember thinking with a sense of the profoundest awe that none of our lives would ever be the same, that a social, even a cultural watershed had been crossed which we could never go back over, and I wondered how many of us would survive to see the end results. I wondered if I would. I had just turned twenty, the month before.
I expect most of us felt about the same, if many were less able to verbalize it. It was one of the first, tiniest steps in what I’ve labeled the Evolution of a Soldier. Many had taken multiple giant strides along the path that day. And many had gone right on out the other end of the tunnel, without taking any steps at all.
WHISTLING DIXIE
In later days a theory has been advanced that the Japanese sneak attack was a colossal blunder, that it served only to weld the American people into one, destroy our isolationism, and replace it with a single-minded determination to win the war. This theory holds that the attack was not even much of a success militarily, since American plans in case of war called only for a most cautious advance into the western Pacific. I do not agree. Militarily, five of eight battleships were sunk or ruined; three cruisers were put out of action for over a year; three destroyers were smashed up; four other ships sunk, and innumerable shore installations destroyed. Some 2,400 men were dead, half that many wounded.
I cannot call that a blunder, or militarily valueless. And luckily for us our carriers were out at sea that day. It is true that it welded Americans together into a single strong and determined unit, at least for a while, especially when viewed from the distance of historical perspective. But it welded them in different ways, with different solders. While many poor, middle-class, and even rich young men were crowding army and navy recruiting stations to enlist, many others were calculating, with equally fervid patriotism, how they might make fortunes from the upcoming social and industrial change-over from peace to war. Or wangling jobs or commissions from their senators and representatives which would keep them out of combat and put them where the high living would be taking place. And the high living wasn’t long in coming, as the nation geared up and Washington, D.C., became the officer’s and serviceman’s mecca.
And in addition, the attack had gained for the Japanese an enormous psychological advantage that lasted a full six months. The United States had been dumped and dumped hard. We were shaken by the catastrophe. The United States had been scared. True, it would take six months in any case to convert our massive industrial potential, and to raise and train a wartime army. But did we have the kind of men who could stand up eyeball to eyeball and whip the Jap? A sort of nervous inquietude and malaise of near-despair and insecurity set in.
We were a peace-loving nation, had been anti soldiering and soldiers since the end of World War I. And we were taking on not only the Japs in the Far East, but the Germans in Europe as well. The Japanese, with their warrior code of the bushi, had been in active combat warfare for ten years; the Germans almost as long. Could we evolve a soldier, a civilian soldier, who could meet them man to man in the field? Did we have enough crazies and suicidals? Enough weird types of our own, to do that? Not everyone was sure we did.
The historians have seen fit to slide over this period and not dwell on it.
But the good old U.S.A. was whistling Dixie, all right, all right.
And during that six-month period our bastions in the Pacific and those of our allies were falling with the regularity of bowling pins in a bowling alley filled with three hundred–shooters rolling strikes. Malaya. Thailand. The Gilberts. Guam. Northern Luzon. North Borneo. Mindanao. Wake. Hong Kong. Manila. Borneo. The Bismarcks. New Britain. Bougainville. Sumatra. Singapore. Flores. Java. New Guinea. The rest of the Solomons. And finally the whole of the Philippines. Quite a long list. All of them rank defeats. And, with the exception of the Philippines, most Americans didn’t even know where most of these places were.
It was not until the Battle of the Coral Sea on May 7–8, 1942, that the United States and her allies in the Pacific achieved a victory over the Japanese, and then it was a questionable one because we lost the carrier Lexington in it, in the first sea battle of carrier forces. But the Jap invasion fleet bound for Port Moresby to take over Papua, the Australian half of New Guinea, was forced to turn back. On the day before, however, May 6, Bataan had fallen and the United States’s mighty Philippines had become Japanese. And it was not until June 3–6, when a U.S. carrier fleet sank four Jap carriers in the great Battle of Midway (though losing the carrier Yorktown and a destroyer in the process), that the United States gained a decisive, course-of-the-war-changing victory in the Pacific.
It was a long six months. Only the Japanese could possibly justify to themselves and to their inviolable Bushido code of honor the unprovoked, undeclared-war attack on Pearl Harbor and Clark Field. But perhaps they didn’t need to justify it. Perhaps the events of the next six months were