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Activation of new aaa units - Air Defense Artillery

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HOW NOT TO DO IT<br />

By Major Benjamin ~. Spiller, C.~.C.<br />

I rode along the beach at Dulag watching the LST s pull<br />

into their slots, the trucks zigzag down the beach looking<br />

for the proper place to dump their loads, and the general<br />

confusion ,yh.ich accompanies the outloading <strong>of</strong> any operation.<br />

I was looking for the beachmaster to see if he might<br />

haw some idea as to where I could put my 124 tons <strong>of</strong><br />

90mmbattery.<br />

As ,ye rounded a bend in the beach there appeared a<br />

pyramidal tent ,,:ith several figures ~tanding in front talking<br />

and gesticulating to a disheveled, frustrated looking<br />

individual with railroad tracks on one side <strong>of</strong> his collar<br />

and rifles on the other. As ,ye neared the scene the cro,,,d<br />

dispersedeither to give the disheveled one peace or because<br />

they were getting nowhere.<br />

\Ve stopped and as I opened my mouth to speak, the<br />

Captain made a dive for his tent.<br />

"\Vait a minute!" I shouted. "Aren't vou the beach-?"<br />

"Don't say it," wailed the Captain, 'cautiously poking<br />

out his head. "Just don't say it."<br />

I looked startled. "But YOU are the beachmaster?"<br />

"Yes, I guess I am, but don't ask me anything, please,<br />

becauseI don't know. I don't know where vour LST is,<br />

or when it ,,,ill land or how many voyag~ rations you<br />

need, or the clearance <strong>of</strong> the tank deck, or the Skipper's<br />

name or anything. This is the most snafu affair I've ever<br />

been on, andTm the most confused man on the Island <strong>of</strong><br />

Leyte." He sobbed a final plea. "Just give me five minutes<br />

\\.jthoutany questions."<br />

Joe, my jeep dr!ver, nudged me. "C'mon, Captain, this<br />

guy's got sunstroke." Still a little puzzled, I climbed in<br />

the jeep and '\'e started back down the beach. It shouldn't<br />

be hard, I thought. The Old l\lan had said that a company<br />

<strong>of</strong> Engineers and a battery <strong>of</strong> 90's went on each LST. All<br />

youdo is contact the beachmaster and he'll tell YOU which<br />

one to hop on. Sure, that's all. The beachmaste; had been<br />

contacted so many times, he'd lost contact. In another<br />

c~>uple<strong>of</strong> days he'd hm:e a plan. You know about that-a<br />

plan to win the war. They all seem to have one just before<br />

they blow. Our 5-2 wanted to fly piggyback on a B-25 to<br />

General i\lacArthur to deliver his. He got no farther than<br />

the Station Hospital. \Yell, better do something. Let's see,<br />

a battery <strong>of</strong> 90's and a company <strong>of</strong> Engineers. That's it,<br />

Gndthe company <strong>of</strong> engineers. Then all you have to do is<br />

Gndan LST to fit. This is a cinch.<br />

'Ye had now reached a point on the beach which seemed<br />

impassablebecause <strong>of</strong> the large amounts <strong>of</strong> heavy equipment<br />

scattered here and there. I spotted scrapers, carryalls,<br />

D-/'s and 8'5. Hot dog! Engineers! At the same moment<br />

that I discovered the Engineers, a :\lajor with Castles<br />

disco\"eredme.<br />

"You Ack Aek Cap'n?" he said.<br />

"Yesindeed, ;\Iajor," I smiled happily. "Here I am:'<br />

'That's fine, pull your jeep over here and your driver<br />

can help Supalski start loading these maps in the back.<br />

Okay, Supalski."<br />

"Maps? \Vhat maps?"<br />

"Here they are, maps for the Ack Ack.<br />

marked."<br />

See, they're<br />

"Well, I ... uh, that is.... Say, wait a minute. These<br />

are marked for the Group Com~ander. These are the<br />

maps for all the Antiaircraft <strong>units</strong> on the operation!"<br />

"Y au, re Ack Ac', k aren' t you. )"<br />

"Yes,but ... "<br />

"Well, these are Ack Ack maps."<br />

"I know, but I'm just a battery commander. These are<br />

for a full Colonel and a lot <strong>of</strong> <strong>units</strong>. They're way up ...<br />

or over ... They're somewhere anyway."<br />

"Captain, yo~ are Ack Ack and the maps are Ack Ack<br />

maps, so I have now disposed <strong>of</strong> them. \Yhat you do from<br />

here on is your problem. See yrr again." He gave me a<br />

Dagwood grin.<br />

"Huh? But, I, ... Yes, sir."<br />

Things weren't exactly looking up. No,y in addition to<br />

not getting anywhere with my own battery's loading, I<br />

was the sale possessor<strong>of</strong> all the maps for the AM. Great!<br />

I could see me on the carpet a long time from now with the<br />

Colonel screaming at me asking what the hell I thought I<br />

was doing giving him those maps after the operation was<br />

over and how ,,,auld I like it being battery mess <strong>of</strong>ficer<br />

again after he got through with reclassification procedures.<br />

Oh me. Well, I'm sorry Colonel, but to hell with it for now.<br />

J\Iy first duty is to my'command, small as it is. Your maps<br />

will have to 'wait.<br />

Things did begin to look up in a minute. A lean and<br />

dirty, but sharp looking Lieutenant <strong>of</strong> Engineers accosted<br />

"V C B C "'"<br />

me. IOU try, apt:<br />

"Yeah! Are you A Company?"<br />

"Yes, sir. Boy, I\'e been looking high and lmy for you.<br />

There's our tub. Your outfit ready to load?"<br />

"'\'eIl, they're about a mile up.the road. I can haye the<br />

head <strong>of</strong> the column here in fifteen or t\yenty minutes."<br />

"Ok-ay, b" rmg 'em on: " -<br />

"Right, see ya later."<br />

Joe, grinning and looking as reIie\-ed as 1, wheeled the<br />

jeep and gaye her the gun. \Yith the eager anticipation <strong>of</strong><br />

kids starting on a fishing or hunting trip \ye coyered the<br />

distance back to the old grayel pit, ,yhere I had left the<br />

battery, in less .time than we probably should haye.<br />

From the looks <strong>of</strong> the kitchen area and the fe\\-stragglers<br />

in the mess kit line, chou- u"asjust about oyer. The place<br />

didn't look too bad, just typical <strong>of</strong> G.I.'s when they are<br />

waiting. One man \yas using the Q-\I box on top <strong>of</strong> empty<br />

oil drums n-hieh we alu-ay-scarried; two or three ,,-ereasleep<br />

under the shadmys <strong>of</strong> gun covers; the ineyitable quartet

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