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SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2006<br />
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through his hands and arms - a<br />
mechanical rhythm that became as<br />
natural to a machine gunner as his<br />
heartbeat.<br />
Someone was tapping his shoulder. It<br />
was one <strong>of</strong> his men and he was<br />
shouting something and pointing, but<br />
in the infernal din <strong>of</strong> battle, Basilone<br />
could not make out fully what the<br />
Marine was saying. But he did hear<br />
the word “overrun.”<br />
Basilone rose quickly from his gun pit<br />
and ran to his other gun section.<br />
In the pit, he found five <strong>of</strong> his men<br />
dead and the other two wounded.<br />
One <strong>of</strong> the machine guns had been<br />
smashed by a mortar round, the other<br />
machine gun was inoperable. When<br />
the Japanese had overrun the position,<br />
they had tried to use it on a nearby gun<br />
crew, but the gun had jammed - the<br />
Japanese had then dodged into the<br />
jungle.<br />
Coming back to his gun pit, Basilone<br />
grabbed a machine gun and, signaling<br />
to two <strong>of</strong> his men, he headed back -<br />
the machine gun on his left shoulder, a<br />
.45 pistol in his right hand.<br />
As they headed along the muddy<br />
ground, eight Japanese breached the<br />
defense line; in mid-stride, they were<br />
all killed.<br />
In the gun pit, while two men loaded<br />
and began firing the weapon that he<br />
had carried, Basilone took hold <strong>of</strong> the<br />
jammed machine gun and began to<br />
take it apart.<br />
A mortar shell crashed nearby. <strong>The</strong><br />
men ducked, and shrapnel rained<br />
down on them.<br />
In the dark, Basilone moved his<br />
fingers over the machine gun parts.<br />
His fingers stopped, and then slowly<br />
moved over a single part - he had<br />
located the problem.<br />
At this moment, his men moved the<br />
machine gun they had been operating<br />
to re-direct its fire. <strong>The</strong> enemy was<br />
close to infiltrating the line again.<br />
Basilone finished reassembling the<br />
gun and lifted it onto the tripod. <strong>The</strong>n<br />
feeding an ammo belt into the gun’s<br />
breech, he opened fire. With both<br />
machine guns firing they stopped a<br />
further breaching <strong>of</strong> the line.<br />
By 3:30 that morning, there had been<br />
six major assaults. With thousands <strong>of</strong><br />
rounds fired, the Marines now were<br />
low on ammunition, and some rifle<br />
barrels and other weapon parts were<br />
showing signs <strong>of</strong> deterioration.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Marines also were low on water.<br />
<strong>The</strong> machine guns were water-cooled<br />
and because <strong>of</strong> their almost constant<br />
use that night, the water in some <strong>of</strong><br />
the machine guns was boiling and<br />
their barrels were beginning to glow<br />
pink. That problem was solved in a<br />
simple way: the Marines urinated in<br />
the cooling jackets.<br />
<strong>The</strong> most pressing need was ammo,<br />
but getting more would again have to<br />
be put <strong>of</strong>f. <strong>The</strong> Japanese could be<br />
heard deploying; within moments,<br />
there would be another attack.<br />
Basilone quickly took <strong>of</strong>f his boots –<br />
which, in the rain and mud, had begun<br />
to fall apart. Making sure his pistol<br />
was fully loaded – some Japanese had<br />
gotten around their position – he raced<br />
barefoot to the battalion supply dump,<br />
some 300 feet in back <strong>of</strong> the line.<br />
Reaching the dump, Basilone took six<br />
ammo belts, 22 pounds each, and<br />
strapped them across his shoulders.<br />
Carrying the 132 pounds <strong>of</strong> ammo, he<br />
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started back, and as he went, firing at<br />
prowling Japanese.<br />
Reaching the front line moments<br />
before the Japanese launched their<br />
next attack, he distributed the ammo<br />
belts to his gunners.<br />
For the rest <strong>of</strong> the night, the machine<br />
guns kept up a murderous fire.<br />
When morning came, it revealed a<br />
scene <strong>of</strong> carnage that riveted even the<br />
most battle-hardened Marine. On the<br />
ground, Japanese bodies were stacked<br />
two and three high, and on the barbed<br />
wire, the mound <strong>of</strong> corpses was three<br />
and four deep – in the last charges, the<br />
Japanese had used the bodies <strong>of</strong> their<br />
comrades as bridges over the wire.<br />
Already flies, in thick bunches, had<br />
descended on the corpses.<br />
Later that morning, the attacks started<br />
again. And again, the weary and<br />
hungry Marines manned their guns.<br />
(Some had dozed occasionally<br />
between attacks, and hurriedly<br />
chewed biscuits from their K rations.)<br />
<strong>The</strong> Japanese had changed their<br />
pattern <strong>of</strong> attacks. Before, most <strong>of</strong> the<br />
units had simply charged as soon as<br />
they reached the cleared area in front<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Marine line – a strategy that<br />
had dismally failed. Now Japanese<br />
commanders were trying to coordinate<br />
the efforts <strong>of</strong> assaulting units. It<br />
meant the attacks came less frequently<br />
but with greater impact along the<br />
whole line.<br />
Army reserve units were brought up.<br />
<strong>The</strong> perimeter held.<br />
By nightfall, the Americans were<br />
exhausted. But the Japanese didn’t let<br />
up; neither did Sgt. Basilone.<br />
To be continued in the<br />
November/December 2006<br />
Newsletter.