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IMDb user rating average 1 1. Release year or range to ». Error: please try again. U PG min Action, War 6. Shackleton min Adventure, Biography, Drama 7. And yet Yokota, a native of Hiroshima, managed to convince even his most fanatical Shintoist superiors and subordinates that his patriotism alone would inspire him to perform even the most suicidal acts if necessary in a war against an enemy that largely shared his Christian faith.
The Navy leaders knew that he had firmly opposed going to war, feeling that the AUies were potentially too powerful to tangle with. But they did not attribute this view to the mfluence of Western rehgion. After all, many of the top naval commanders shared his skepticism and were only pushed into war by the Army leaders.
Yokota's doubts apparently persisted even after war broke out, for he suspected the early Japanese victories were delusional, a suspicion that seemed to harden after the Americans emerged victorious in the Battle of Midway in June He was not handicapped rationally, as were most Japanese, by a false certainty that heaven guaranteed them victory.
In fact, the Navy, ironically enough, viewed his rationahty as a great mihtary asset. So, whatever his ideological or rehgious commitment, his superiors were ready to gamble on him. And up to now he had turned out to be worthy of the number 6. Yokota's eighty-two officers and men not only respected 46 LEFT TO DIE their skipper because he was an exceptional leader, but loved him because he, like Captain Swenson on the Juneau, cared about his crew in a personal sense a rare quality among Japanese commanders.
Ashore, he would visit them — in their tents and give them cigarettes. And after some gruel- ing mission, he would let them rest as long as possible. They would never forget the moment he informed them of the planned attack on Pearl Harbor. He stood before them and spoke of his intense feelings of responsibihty toward them. I'd hke to let you speak with your families, but I'm sorry that I cannot. Especially on the first day of the war when, en route to Pearl Harbor to take part in the attack there, he sighted an American merchant ship and hesitated to give orders to sink it immediately.
You can see through the periscope that this ship is unarmed. But according to Tsukuo Nakano, a petty officer second class who was a torpedo man subordinate to the weapons officer, Yokota was adamant. He would not issue the order to sink the ship until warning shots were fired over the vessel to give the men aboard a chance to escape. It simply didn't seem fair to the skipper that he kill the men on an un- armed ship.
It was way of Was this not war? This the samurai; sentimentahty had exclaimed. Nevertheless, smce he always emerged victorious in battle, they did not lose trust in him despite the troubling Western strains in his character. Now, as docked at Truk, this faith had sohdified into near worship, and there was much gaiety as crew members raised a glass to the health of the commander, while scores 47 DAN KURZMAN of sailors on shore cheered them. Yes, under Yokota, the men were sure they would register even greater victories.
And httle more than a week later, on August 21, they would be given the chance. The craft headed for the eastern waters off San Cristobal Island, southeast of Guadalcanal, soundpatrolling by day and ghding on the surface by night.
Posted at the lookout on the port bridge was Petty Officer Nakano, the torpedo man, who stood there every night but saw only a boimdless expanse of water, without even a seabird specking the sky. How could that be? Reconnaissance had informed headquarters that the enemy was mobilizing a large fleet in this area. But the sea was as smooth as oil, reflecting only the bright sprinkle of stars and then, on the morning of August 31, something else.
He saw through his binoculars a vision in the waves. Nakano's boyish face, with rather chubby cheeks and narrow, humorless eyes, suggested a soul with Httle emotion. But now his shock seemed to — make every muscle in his taut face quiver. Nakano had not seen his mother since he was on leave months earher. A widow, she had, as usual, been working hard on the family farm near Tokyo. His poor dear mother, who was now hving alone in constant dread that she would never see her two sons again.
Her elder son was serving in the Army in China, and Nakano himself had joined the Navy at eighteen, ready to die for the Emperor. Scouring the Pacific now, he remembered how she would get up before dawn, while everyone in the village was sleeping, in order to visit the local shrine, where she would pray for the safety of her two boys.
Rain or shine, snow or sleet, she would go, even during his leave. Now Nakano saw her again, her beautiful, weather-beaten face gently mobile in the glassy, undulating sea. What did this vision mean? Had she passed away and come in spirit to see him?
Was she praying so intensely that her prayer was being answered through this means? Or was this simply a manifestation of the tight bond of love between them? Was that not the one reservation he had about Conmiander Yokota? The skipper's reUgion wouldn't let him hate. Conversely, if Nakano seemed afraid to love too much, his own reUgion ensured he would not hate less.
Anyone who threatened the Emperor, the core of this reUgion, automatically deserved punishment and death. Suddenly, Nakano was back in the real world as the chief signalman shouted, "A blackish object in sight ten degrees left on the horizon! Yes, there was an object and it looked like a ship.
The alarm bell rang, and Commander Yokota rushed to the bridge and popped his head out of the hatch. Simultane- — ously, Petty Officer Shoji called out, "An airplane at forty degrees on the right! Submerge quickly! Nakano was excited. At last enemies to punish and kill. On the torrid morning of August 22, the Juneau was about and trade the tranquil waters of the Panama Canal Zone for the troubled waters of the South Pacific war zone.
But what had happened to a good part of the crew? Captain to sail off Swenson, standing on the bridge, soon found out. He silently as he watched his men stagger up the gangplank laughing, babbling, bubbling, falling over each other after spending three intoxicating days in the bars of Balboa. The lucky ones made it; the others stumbled right into the sea. On Swenson's orders, the more sober men rushed to extract their more adventuresome shipmates from the drink; then, when the last sailor had tottered aboard, the gangplank was raised and the ship pulled out.
Among the men safely aboard were the five SuUivans, who walked a relatively straight fine, and the four Rogerses, who, as disciplined boxers, had learned to restrain their thirst for alcohol. Swenson, the men found, acted as their fathers would have.
He punished them. And Swenson had good reason to worry about what might American ships in the Pacific were beginning to crowd the ocean floor. About two weeks earher, on August 7, the U.
Until then, the Japanese, despite setbacks at Port Moresby and Midway, had been scoring one victory happen to his "sons. And it now seemed they might even wipe out the American force that had invaded Guadalcanal. For on August 8, the second day of the U. The Japanese were quick to note the power vacuum left by the departing carriers and that night launched a surprise attack against the American surface fleet anchored off Guadalcanal at Savo Island as U.
Without losing a ship of their own, the Japanese sent four first-line Alhed heavy cruisers to their graves and damaged several other U. Then, day after day, Japanese bombers sent tons of dynamite screaming down on the sparsely defended Marine strongholds at Tulagi and the site of a partially built Japanese ahfield on Guadalcanal that the Americans had captured. The two islands might have fallen to the Japanese by but for an incredible engineering feat performed by the rines.
Robert Ghormley, was overcautious and would not risk more ships or ground forces to clear the way for the landing of reinforcements or even to stop the Japanese from landing their own.
A "Tokyo Express" of destroyers brimming with troops and provisions snaked nightly through the "Slot," the narrow passage that stretched from Bougainville — southeast to Guadalcanal, past the island chain of Santa Isabel and Choiseul on one side and New Georgia on the other. Meanwhile, night after night, the U. Like creeping rot, demoralization contaminated the American fleet throughout the Pacific.
And Captain Swenson was well aware of it as he headed toward the epicenter of disaster. But he would not allow it to dampen his spirit. He could not let himself dwell on the fragility of his own ship, and the more reports he read of the defenseless defenders, of the sinking of vessels infinitely more durable than the Juneau, the more he forced reaUty from his mind.
Yet he could not completely eradicate it. What if his men knew? And somehow, the "scandal" at Balboa no longer seemed important to him. Swenson, the men noted, had mellowed considerably and often seemed introspective and remote, as if his thoughts were far from the war and the "sons" who might die with him. He was perhaps thinking of his own son and daughter.
At any rate, before he left on this journey, they had been more on his mind, it seemed, than had his first venture into combat as the commander of a cruiser. Swenson had written numerous letters to his son, advising him on everything from the importance of choosing the right roommate at the Naval Academy to the need to abstain from drinking even a drop of alcohol.
He even sent friends on visits to the Academy to look after his son. Thus, he. This does not appear to me as being a very weighty reason. I am just as interested in getting your impression of his am roommate as I you put him on the right track. I hope you will take a sensitive pride in being a man of your word. Spend a httle time looking around and giving yourself an opportunity to Give height, weight, age and recover from the first shock coloring of girl.
Remember, women age quicker than men. There is so much that a girl your age misses by not making contact on her own with people her own age. In a few years it will be very difficult for you to do so with spinsterhood the inevitable Cecilia.
Any recollections you might have came after your mother and I separated. This war and my prospective assignment has brought me up to a point where I can't feel entirely certain of that future opportunity.
I have therefore asked you to join me for a few days before I leave so that I can get to know you and you me, just as Robert and I have done, to our mutual happiness. Though shattered, Swenson continued to send her messages of endearment and console himself with Bob's devotion and that of his other "sons" who depended on him to — bring them home safely. Captain Swenson called in Wyatt Butterfield, who was standing outside his door, and ordered, "Tell the men in the brig that we're going into battle and that everyone is forgiven.
But he thought his mother's stricter attitude should apply here. Most of these men were young and inexperienced at war. Maybe they needed a good strapping to Butterfield who give them the discipline needed to survive. They had to know when to exercise restraint and when to yield to impulse, when to protect themselves in the midst of death and when to play the hero at the risk of death. He would survive, he was sure, and even cover himself with glory, because he knew how to discipline himself and to calculate risks.
He rushed inside the submarine to his post. When had plunged steeply into the sea, the sound room reported to Commander Yokota, "Group sound source at twenty degrees on the left front! Up with periscope! And soon the ships were identified: the carrier Saratoga, three cruisers, and seven destroyers.
We will bury a couple of your ships under the seabed! Finally, Yokota gave the order "Prepare for a torpedo The Shinto priest on, our brilliant enemy. The first target: the Saratoga. At four-thirty p. Ten seconds passed, then another ten. Quiet reigned, punctured only by a report from the sound room: "The propelhng sounds are all advancing in a straight line. But only one hit? Before the commander could find out, his binoculars captured an enemy destroyer bearing down on his submarine.
And from the sound room, the scream, "Two sound sources! Very close! As Nakano read the revolution indicator of the depth gauge aloud, the enemy destroyer passed overhead with an ominous screwing sound. The next moment, about a dozen depth bombs rained on at close range, shaking it with the force of an earthquake.
Amid hysterical cries, the hghts went out and rust and paint from the bulkheads showered the interior as the craft Usted sharply to starboard and seemed about to turn over. In the comimand office, codebooks that had been piled on the gyrocompass were scattered over the deck, and the heat grew unbearable. Nakano, who was in the room, turned on an emergency hght and peered at the depth gauge. The craft was ah-eady below the safety limit of one hundred meters!
Soon the severe water pressure, Nakano realized, would crush the ship. Without waiting for an order, he shouted, "Negative blow! But the depth bombs exploded without end as the surgeon captain ran up and down the corridors treating the wounded with flashUght in hand. Finally, Yokota, hoping to avoid the bombs, ordered, "Depth seventy! Course, two hundred and thirty degrees! Everyone removed his shirt and breathed hard from the lack of oxygen. Nakano's eyes grew dim, and his head buzzed.
As he was losing consciousness, he pulled out a drawer of the tool chest and put his head on it, fantasizing that he would The oxygen find some fresh air there.
Oxygen could be generated by putting the compressor pump in motion, but the noise would betray the submarine's location. And he thought of his mother's vision on the water. Had she been sent to warn him of this mortal moment? No one was more eager for combat than Cox. Joey Rogers, and he didn't have to wait long. While other ships rained death on Japanese forces dug into the damp earth of the island, the men on the Juneau blazed away at planes overhead, watching in white-faced horror, between bursts of fire, as Marines streamed out of their transports and lurched toward the beach, falling hke sapUngs in a storm.
Joey suddenly lost his taste for battle and wept even as he furiously helped to fire a 5-inch gun. Though he had experienced the brutality of the ring, he was not prepared for this. Nor for what would happen a few days later, on September As the aircraft carrier Wasp clumsily splashed along, surrounded by smaller, sleeker ships, a great explosion from an apparent torpedo hit ripped through that massive vessel, and before Joey's startled eyes, the steel rolled back at the waterline and a huge gap opened up in the hull, coughing clouds of black smoke.
But when Joey started to run toward his station, he tripped over the anchor chain and shd along the deck for about thirty feet.
Though his head was deeply gashed, he scrambled to his feet and limped to his 26inm gun on the flight deck, where he saw men from the Wasp, silhouetted against a wall of flame, jump from the decks into the water. Ignoring his pain, he fired frantically at planes overhead. He had been wounded in the ring mamy times, but he had never quit, at least, voluntarily. And he wasn't going to quit now except for a few minutes to snap pictures of the burning hulk. Tommy Rogers had given Joey a httle camera, which the son carried with him, though it was forbidden to take photos in combat.
He himself could be courtmartialed and thrown into the brig. Joey felt as if he were — once more climbing through the medicine cabinet into his father's booze-reeking secret room. Besides, he wanted something to show his grandchildren if he hved through the war to have any.
Captain Swenson, who was tormented by doubt that any of the men on his fragile ship would hve to have grandchildren, feared that the responsible submarine, and perhaps others, would strike again. And he knew what a torpedo could do to his craft. Yet so many men were riding the waves that he couldn't fire depth charges, since they would not distinguish between a man and a submarine.
He felt compelled, however, to pick up as many survivors as possible. Wouldn't he want someone to pick up his son? Bodies were strewn over the placid sea, many floating on backs broken from the leap. Finally, as other American ships arrived to help, Swenson gave the order to move on.
And when all the men had been rescued, Allied torpedoes put the blazing monster out of its misery. Swenson clearly had mixed emotions. He was elated that he had helped to save so many hves and was relieved that his ship had not been torpedoed, but he was despondent over the imphcations of the battle. A huge aircraft carrier had gone up in flames. What would happen to his hght cruiser if a torpedo hit it? The Wasp lost dead, but over 1, were rescued and one of them was the brother of Russell Coombs, a sailor on the Juneau.
Russell was doleful when his brother was not pulled aboard the Juneau, and as soon as the ship anchored in Noumea he rushed into AUied headquarters to inquire about him. Yes, he was, Russell was told. He had been rescued by another ship. In fact, his brother was right there in Noumea! In joy, the two brothers were soon reunited. And his brother agreed. So did Captain Swenson. It apparently didn't seem fair to him that the five Sullivans and the four Rogerses should be on his ship and the second Coombs brother should be rejected.
So another brother climbed aboard the Juneau. But Swenson might have wondered if his sense of fairness would cheat still another family out of more than one son. With no alternative, he simply resigned himself to the possibility of catastrophe. Who would hve and who would die would be decided by a Higher Authority. Meanwhile, the crew of the was suffocating as it waited at deadly depth for the enemy bombs to stop exploding.
Suddenly, the sound room reported: "Enemy's sound sources have receded. Sensitivity zero. The enemy must have either given up or run out of bombs. Anyway, why stay there and die? Better to die in action, Yokota now agreed. Not so for a Christian. And the torpedo crew assembled in the command room. Then: "Up with periscope! No enemy there. The commander ordered, his voice now hoarse, "Main tank blow!
Tsukuo Nakano was soon at his post on the port bridge again, greedily breathing in the salty air, tasting the joy of life with each breath, stuffing his chest and belly with it.
He would later learn with disappointment that the Saratoga had been damaged but not sunk. And they would not settle for even the gravest wound. Vice Adm. Wilham F. An officer who had pulled up to the plane in a whaleboat gave him two envelopes, one from Adm. Chester W. Halsey tore it open and could hardly beheve what he read: "You will take command of the South Pacific area and South Pacific forces immediately. Bob Ghormley, an old football teammate at the Naval Academy. Ghormley had simply been too cautious, fearing to use the full force of the U.
Navy to land reinforcements in Guadalcanal and block the Tokyo Express. He had begun to act more aggressively, and a flotilla of his warships had completely smashed a superior enemy force, including many troop transports, at Cape Esperance on October 10 in a great morale-lifting battle. Even so, within forty-eight hours, spirits plummeted again when two Japanese battleships steamed toward shore and raked Henderson Field almost at will, killing more than forty defenders. Halsey, on the other hand, had demonstrated as a commander of destroyers and aircraft carriers that he was as tough and forceful as he looked.
His jowly, bushy-browed face, while featuring wide Ups that formed a kind of perpetual smile, was intimidating even when he wasn't spouting orders in his booming voice. And one of his first orders was to consoUdate his Pacific units into that would finally dynamic fighting flotillas crush the Japanese effort to retake Guadalcanal. Thus, the Juneau, which had been sent to the New Hebrides area with Task Force 17 to help protect the aircraft carrier Hornet, soon became part of Task Force 61, together with Task Force The aircraft carrier Enterprise, the centerpiece of Task Force 16, would join the Hornet under the protective umbrella of the antiaircraft ships of both forces.
So the Juneau would be kept busy, which was what the men wanted. Pretty dull plowing day in and day out through sea looking for action that seldom came. And for no one was the work duller than the man whose job it was to look, to keep his eyes on the endless stretch of watery emptiness until he found himself counting sea gulls to stay awake, if there were any. One of the lookouts was SMlc. Lester Zook, who had joined the old Navy in and was delighted to be serving now on one of the first ships in the "new" Navy, learning how to use the latest radar and other miracle devices.
Zook viewed the war in part as a clash of technologies, and he wanted to know how everything worked. He was also a careful observer of how other men worked, a perfec- tested the virgin equipment as a who criticized anyone who did not perform his job maximum efficiency. Once when the bridge ordered Zook to summon the chief signalman, he reported back that the man was too drunk to obey. Soon the fellow was clambering down the gangplank, never to be seen again.
Even Captain Swenson, beloved by almost everybody, was not immune from Zook's critical barbs. Why was he so dependent for operational information on the captain of the And was it really good for morale to court-martial all those men for getting drunk in Balboa?
One had to be selective in imposing punishment. If Zook was hard on others, however, he was also hard on himself. Whatever his duty, he would perform as well as he could. And while he was often reluctant to bestow praise on others, he was less reluctant to receive praise. When he served as a tailor on an earlier ship, he sewed hash marks on uniforms with the care one might reserve for the President's tails.
He still fondly remembers how an officer comphmented him for doing "the best job ever" in pressing his sleeves without creasing them.
Zook sometimes reveled in praise even if he did not deserve it. On one occasion, when the Juneau wais moored at Norfolk, Virginia, he uncharacteristically neglected his duty as lookout and indulged in a game of cribbage with a comrade. Suddenly, someone came running to him. A ship was on fire! Zook immediately shouted, "Fire! The officer in Atlanta, the Juneau's sister ship? During that war, he met the woman he would marry, and soon there were three children, including Lester, the firstfather, this who had been bom.
After the war, he lacked the funds to return to medical school and, to feed his family, went to work as a mailman in Lexington, Nebraska. The Zooks survived in a "strata above the poor," though Lester's grandfather, a carpenter, built a spacious house for them. The father was strict with the children and did not hesitate to wield the strap at the drop of a he or even a jar of cookies.
He was driven by a desire to see each of his children be somebody, the somebody fate had never let — him be. Lester's father was to be a letter carrier, he would be the best and most important one in town. He became president of the local letter-carriers' association. And even when he was ill, he stoically dehvered the mail, finally dying in with a mail sack on his back, as Lester would proudly boast. Lester was studying at Kearney State Teachers College in Kearney, Nebraska, when his father died, and since he'd lost his mother a year earher, he suddenly found himself an orphan.
Shattered, young Zook dropped out of college. He had been a mediocre student anyway and spent more time playing center on the football team than studying. Although extremely intelhgent, Zook was skeptical about the benefits of formal schooling.
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