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It was a short casual conversation with Howard - David and Jackie's home,
August 2, 1997, when it occurred to me to ask him if anyone had recorded
his World War II stories. He said, no, no one had taped, written or filmed
anything. I asked if he'd like to make a record for his family - grandchildren -
of his part in that terrible time in history that is so rapidly being revised and
rewritten by our present day generation ... and he said, "Yes!" When I called
to make the arrangements, I sensed some hesitation and so I asked him if
it made him uncomfortable talking about it. He said, yes, it did. Since he is
such a great story teller and I've known him to relate some of these stories
before, I was somewhat surprised. I told him that I wouldn't ask for any
details that he didn't want to talk about - there would be no body count -
only just whatever he felt comfortable with. We hung up then and he
thought about it for a few hours and called me back and said, "Let's do it."
He wasn't sure he could remember much or in sequence - it was 55 years
ago; but I believe what follows is a remarkable account of what that young
man experienced typically sprinkled with humor and some boasting even,
gliding lightly over the first two campaigns, not going into too much
detail of what it meant to "secure an island". But by the third campaign,
the real horror of fighting a war with the Japanese who "honorably" could
not surrender, begins to be told in graphic detail. A war that his government
asked to him to fight - a war that, as he said, the Japanese government
forced him to fight. Heroes everyone, these men who served in that
dreadful war. I feel it is important that we record and remember. We owe
them that!
As this story progressed, I became aware that Howard's personal experiences
and viewpoint do not fully describe the scope of what was happening all
around him, nor the impact of what those islands and their air fields meant
to the United States (as well as Japan) in their efforts to win the war. I happen
to own a set of books, "The Complete History of World War II" published by
the Publishers Guide in 1945. They not only have helped me to spell more
correctly, but also confirm information that Howard relates. From these I have
made a short summary of each island as relates to statistics and other very
brief comments. I believe this broader view gives even more power and
importance to Howard's intimate record.
Here then, is his story:
M: Let's start with December 7, 1941 - everybody seems to remember that day. What were you doing?
H: I don't know what I was doing on that day, but I know that I was pretty mad
cause they did it.
M: You don't remember December 7?
H: I remember what happened, but I don't remember what I was doing. I know
one thing, I was thinking about going down to enlist on the 12th, and I did, and
was 5 days after the Japs hit Pearl Harbor.
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M: You were 18 years in 1941?
H: No, I was 21.
M: You had left the farm?
H: I had been working up in Alaska. I was blasting powder man, quartz-gold mine; that
was just before December 7. I was up there and I heard there was going to be
compulsory military training in the U. S. and I decided to come home and have a
little fun before I went in. And I was having fun when the Japs hit Pearl Harbor.
M: You weren't married?
H: No.
M: Had you ever had any idea of going into the military?
H: No, no. Not until they hit Pearl Harbor. I knew they were going to have compulsory
because of Germany. I thought, "Well, if I had to go in" which I would have, 21
years old; they would have drafted me, whatever, so I thought, "I'll just get the jump
on them", but the Japs came along with their attack on Pearl Harbor and that rushed
me in on it. I was in then on the 21st of January - enlisted on December 12.
M: Was that your choice, the Marines?
H: Well, no. I went to enlist in the Navy! And me being a hillbilly and all, didn't know
anything about the Navy or the Marines. I knew what they did, but that was all. I
knew what their uniforms were. I went into Portland and up the stairs, third or
fourth floor, took a comer to go down the hallway where the Navy was and there was
four or five guys sitting in the hallway playing cards. One of them I went through
grade school with, played basketball together on the sand lot team. Rosco Stebbins
was his name and he asked me "Hansen, when are you going?" and I said, "I'm going
down and join the Navy", and I said,"Which door is the Navy?" He said the first on
the right and thirty minutes later I was in the Marine Corps! That's how I got in.
It didn't make any difference.
M: Wrong door!
H: The Navy was clear down to the left - he didn't tell me that. I got in that door and
the doctor was there to take care of me and after he gave me a complete exam, he
said Uncle Sam needs guys like you. I said, "Well, that's good." Well, anyway, that's
the way it went.
I ended up down at the San Diego base and that was a lot of fun. Of course, in
A day that will
live in infamy
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