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MAJOR MICHAEL RYAN, USMC
Betio Island, Tarawa Atoll
22 November 1943
1650 Hours Local
I came on active duty as a Marine second lieutenant, a platoon leader, and we were sent out to join the 1st Marine Division.
We didn't land on Guadalcanal. We landed to the north on two small islands—Gavutu-Tanambogo—that formed the Japanese seaplane base. That was my introduction to operations and to combat.
The Japanese had made a counter-attack and overran the Marines there. When I got there you could see Japanese bodies all over the ground. None of our guys had seen combat but they did well.
I was promoted to first lieutenant. Within a couple of months I was promoted to captain and made a company commander. After a while we
were ordered to Guadalcanal itself, and participated in a number of operations there. We moved from Guadalcanal and were on our way to Fiji when we heard that we were going to a place called Tarawa.
I was hoping that Tarawa would be a short operation. We thought that it would be relatively easy, because we were told the tonnage of bombs that were going to be used and how much the ships were going to fire. We heard that the bombardment would go on for four or five hours. We were to land in boats, form in the center of the beach, and await orders. Our orders were to go as far as we could in the boats, and if we couldn't get over the reef, to wait for the tractors to come back and then go in.
Well, from where we were sitting it didn't look like any tractors would get back out again. Implied in the order was, “Get in the best way you can.” And that's what we planned to do.
The tractor right in front of my boat was on fire. But all the Marines were out—I thought—until two Marines climbed up on the side with their clothing on fire. I could see when they fell that they'd probably died before they hit the water.
We got out and started to walk in, and it's about 1,300 yards to the beach. By the time we got there, K Company was ashore. And so was what was left of I Company. When we got out and started in, other casualties were in the water. You didn't know whether they were dead or wounded.
When I and K Companies landed, they moved behind the seawall. When I got over the parapet, Captain Crane came over and said, “Captain Tatem was killed. Lieutenant Turner has taken over I Company. That was the one that got so shot up over there.”
If the Japanese didn't kick us off the island, they were going to lose it. We fully expected the battalion headquarters to come in with more troops, but they didn't show up, and so I became the battalion commander.
Regimental headquarters now consisted of a major—me—and a runner. Everyone else was dead or wounded and there were no radios. We could see that the 2nd Battalion was advancing on Red Beach Two. But we had no way of knowing how far they got in or how many of them were there. Nor did we know where regimental headquarters or battalion headquarters were. We couldn't get in touch with them. It was late in the
afternoon that it suddenly dawned on us that the battalion commander wasn't going to get in. We thought he must've been killed. We called “fire!” only once, when we were certain that we had a place that they could fire without hitting friendlies.
The tanks came in late afternoon. As I recall, there were two tanks. But one tank had a disabled main gun. Gradually people turned to me for orders, simply because I was the senior person there. I formed a defensive position inward from the point, and we waited out the night. Our only radio had gotten wet and no longer worked. Out on board our ships they probably wondered what was happening over on the island. But they didn't know how they could get anything to me.
Troops came in from the One and Six. They had cover for their landing and spent the night on the beach with us, then moved out the next day. They took their tanks with them and started reducing the rest of Green Beach.
Many NCOs were okay. Some had been killed, of course. Now each platoon was checking its own rosters.
A wounded sergeant came up and saluted. You're not supposed to salute in combat. But that was one salute I was going to return, no matter what.
I told him where the aid station was; he didn't leave. He kept getting his people into position. He wasn't from our unit. I think he might have come from another battalion on our left.
Whether he lived through the operation, I don't know. I never saw him again.
Watching the men trying to get in, under that heavy fire, that was the worst. It's difficult to sit there and watch people being cut up
Did we learn anything in the Battle of Tarawa? Yeah, I think we did, because at the next operation, they had a greater, longer bombardment. And they did it methodically. They checked to see if there was a position, and then they would fire their big guns. And they did it for a couple of days.
And they had more tractors so that the landing was easier, unlike ours. I think that those changes came from what we saw at Tarawa.
2ND MARINE DIVISION COMMAND POST
BETIO ISLAND, TARAWA ATOLL
23 NOVEMBER 1943
1730 HOURS LOCAL
Mike Ryan assembled the remnants of two battalions and organized a charge that effectively eliminated Japanese resistance on the western end of the island. General Julian Smith came ashore and established his command post in what had been one of Admiral Shibasaki's command bunkers. Unbeknownst to the Marines, the Japanese commander was already dead. When he and his staff had moved to a secondary command post on the south side of the island, a sharp-eyed Marine had spotted them. With a radio finally dried out and working, the Marine had alerted a destroyer just outside the reef. The Navy responded instantly, firing salvo after salvo over the heads of Marines in the open. They scored a direct hit, killing Shibasaki, his chief of staff, his gunnery officers, and his operations officer. It probably changed the course of the battle.
On the night of 22–23 November, the now leaderless Japanese launched three futile and uncoordinated counter-attacks. The Marines, now better supplied, mowed them down. As the battle entered its third day of fighting, additional troops were landed across Green Beach and came ashore without opposition.
With most of the airfield now in Marine hands, General Smith ordered his weary troops to clear the Japanese pocket that still held between Red Beaches Two and Three and to conduct a sweep east down the narrow length of the island. As they were preparing to do so, a message to Tokyo from the remaining Japanese defenders was intercepted by Navy code-breakers: OUR WEAPONS ARE DESTROYED. FROM NOW ON EVERYONE WILL ATTEMPT A FINAL CHARGE. MAY JAPAN EXIST FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS.
Only thirteen Japanese were captured, most of them wounded or unconscious, and about a hundred Korean slave laborers gave themselves up. That afternoon, shortly after 1300 on 23 November 1943, General Smith declared that organized resistance had ended on Tarawa atoll.
But the Battle for the Gilbert Islands wasn't quite over. On Makin atoll, a hundred miles north of Tarawa, the poorly prepared soldiers of the 27th Division had taken two days longer than expected to secure tiny Butaritari Island. Though there were fewer than 400 enemy combatants on the little spit of sand, the 6,000 American soldiers had suffered sixty-four killed and 152 wounded. Another forty-three U.S. sailors had been killed and nineteen wounded in the pre–H-Hour bombardment when a turret exploded on the battleship
Mississippi
. By the afternoon of 23 November all but one of the Japanese defenders were dead and 104 construction workers and Korean laborers were captives. Unfortunately, things were about to get worse for the Americans.
Early on 24 November, while the Navy waited impatiently for the Army to backload onto their waiting transports, a Japanese submarine slipped through the destroyer screen around Makin atoll and sent a torpedo into the side of the carrier escort
Liscome Bay
. She blew up immediately, taking 650 of her 900 men to the bottom.
The following day, American and British flags were raised and flown over Tarawa. However, there was still the grim task of burying the dead. Some 6,000 men—5,000 of them Japanese defenders—lay dead on this tiny island atoll on the equator, their corpses strewn across an area smaller than the Pentagon and its parking lots. More than 1,000 Marines had been killed and about 1,500 wounded.
Later, when Admiral Nimitz toured the island he remarked that it was the first time that he had actually smelled death. He was likewise astounded that most of the Japanese bunkers, pillboxes, and gun emplacements seemed to be only lightly damaged despite the initial furious naval and aerial bombardments.
Nimitz directed that detailed architectural drawings of all the fortifications be made and had exact replicas of the Japanese defenses constructed on the naval gunnery range at Kailavi. He then insisted that every destroyer, cruiser, and battleship heading into the western Pacific pass a test of destroying these fortifications.
Marine Corps combat cameraman Sergeant Norman Hatch had a ringside seat for the battle and documented it through the lens of his motion picture camera.
SERGEANT NORMAN HATCH, USMC
Betio Island, Tarawa Atoll
24 November 1943
1745 Hours Local
My position on Tarawa was that of a combat motion picture cameraman. My responsibility was to document what went on in the course of the battle as best I could. And that's said with some reservation, because at that time, what we were doing was brand spanking new. No one had ever photographed an amphibious landing against a well-fortified enemy. Realizing that, I knew that I had a great deal of responsibility.
The only thing that I didn't know was that I was going to be the only motion picture cameraman on the beach for the first day and a half. All the rest of them were stuck in the boats and couldn't get ashore.
There was so much going on that I didn't have any difficulty finding subjects to shoot. The way that the Japanese had zeroed in on the reef was the big obstacle for the boats. It was devastating. It seemed like every time a boat would come in that morning and drop its ramp on the reef, a shell would land right in the middle of the boat, which would hit just about everybody and sink the boat.
The commanding officer of the battalion that I was accompanying, Major Jim Crowe, wasn't due to go in until the fourth, fifth, and sixth waves of troops were in. But there was a machine gunner shooting at the amphibious tractors as they were coming in, forcing them to go to the right. They could only go so far because there was a pier there.
The Marines were bunched up, and when Major Crowe saw this, he said, “I don't like it. I'm losing my beachhead.” That meant it would be difficult for other boats or Amtracs to get in.
So he said, “Put this damn boat in right now!” Well, the coxswain gunned it, and we went in and hit the reef 600 yards off shore, and stopped cold. Then the ramp wouldn't go down in the front. That meant everybody in the boat, some thirty or forty guys, had to get up over the sides of the boat. The sides of the boat were about shoulder height for a six-foot-tall man.
With sixty or seventy pounds of gear it was difficult to get up over that, much less drop into the water up to your chest, and keep your equilibrium.
Well, it was done. I had an assistant with me, Bill “Kelly” Kelleher. He carried two canisters of film and I carried two. We couldn't fall into the water, because it would have ruined the equipment.
The men who had gone out ahead of us were now dog-paddling in the water, and all you could see were their helmets.
There were snipers under the pier, and that had me really worried, because I had to stay upright. I was probably too good a target. But neither Kelleher nor I got hit.
It's difficult to walk in water; there's too much resistance. The only thing that enabled us to do it was the fact that we had so much weight on our bodies that we were able to stay upright and keep walking.
When we got in we were exhausted. We fell into a shell hole for a few minutes and right above me, to my left, was a guy who got his right buttock shot off and was unconscious. Shock had set in. The corpsman had taken care of him, and I realized then that this was a very dangerous situation.
There wasn't much chaos on the beach at that time. Everybody was digging in, trying to make sure that they had themselves protected.
Kelly and I shared a shell hole. We dug it out, and the division chaplain came along and asked me if I'd dig a hole for him because he was busy ministering to people.
The Japanese went for the amphibious tractors that were stuck out on the reef. They just swam out there in the night and got in. In the morning, they shot at us from our backside.
Early on I figured out that I could not carry a weapon over my shoulder and a camera at the same time. Lieutenant Colonel Tom Colly, the intelligence officer, agreed with us and he got the quartermaster to issue pistols to the photo section.
Before the landing Major Crowe said, “I don't want any damn Hollywood cameramen with me.”
I said, “I'm not Hollywood. I've been in the Marine Corps for five years now and I've been fully trained, and I'm a sharpshooter.” I told him, “I've had plenty of training, and I can bend down and pick up a rifle any time I need it.”
He finally said, “All right, just don't get in my way.” And from that time on, I was practically glued to him.
Major Bill Chamberlain, the battalion commander, came into Major Crowe's command post on the morning of the third day and said, “I'm ready to take that command post now.” Chamberlain came to me and said, “Sergeant, would you like to photograph our attack on the command post?”
I said, “Yes, sir!” We had to crawl to get to this command post because the shells that our Navy was firing from the ships just sort of bounced off and we didn't want to get killed by our own navy.
We looked at it and figured that we'd more or less have to go over the top of it as well as around the sides. So we did.
The photography of those efforts and the other things that went on helped later in the training of new Marines. They had a good opportunity to see what it was really like. That was one of the major benefits of the film.
Wherever I looked, there was something to shoot. By the end of the battle, which lasted seventy-six hours, I'd only shot a little over 2,000 feet of film.
Attacking places that are well equipped for protection, like a pillbox, is very difficult. It's a two- or three-man operation. Sometimes you have to sneak up on the pillbox, crawl up to the entrance, and toss a grenade inside, or a flame-thrower will come up and put an inferno inside.
When you're taking pictures and looking through the viewfinder, you divorce yourself from everything else. The picture you're taking is the only thing of importance.
So when it was time to bring all of that film back to Washington, Frank Capra, then a major in the Army, was stationed at the Army Pictorial Center in Long Island. The Joint Chiefs of Staff asked him to come down to look at the film of Tarawa and make a film out of it.
My footage was used in the film produced for public exhibition by Warner Brothers and distributed by Universal. It was called
With the Marines at Tarawa
, and it received the Academy Award for the Most Outstanding Short Documentary for 1944.
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