There is a cemetery on the island of Guam where 24 Marine war dogs are buried.
They were Doberman Pinschers and German Shepherds who fought alongside the Marines in the Pacific.
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By early 1942 the United States Marine Corps had a problem in the Pacific.
The Japanese were dug into the dense jungles of every island the Marines tried to take. They were masters of concealment. They moved silently through the undergrowth. They set ambushes at night. They infiltrated American positions while the Marines slept. Marine patrols were being cut to pieces by an enemy they could not see, hear, or smell.
The Marines needed an answer. They found one in a civilian organization called Dogs for Defense.
In late 1942 the Marine Corps established its first War Dog Platoon at Camp Lejeune in North Carolina. American families donated their family pets. Breeders donated trained working dogs. The most common donations were Doberman Pinschers and German Shepherds.
The Marines wanted dogs that were 25 inches tall at the shoulder and weighed about 60 pounds. Big enough to be intimidating. Small enough that a Marine could carry one out of combat if it was wounded.
The training course ran 14 weeks. The dogs learned to obey hand signals so handlers could direct them silently in combat. They learned to alert without barking when they detected the enemy. They learned to crawl, swim, climb cargo nets, ride in landing craft, and ignore the sound of gunfire and explosions. They learned to track a man by scent through dense jungle.
They were assigned roles. Scout dogs walked at the head of patrols and alerted to enemy positions ahead. Messenger dogs ran communications between units across battlefields where radios had failed. Sentry dogs guarded camps at night.
Over 1,000 dogs completed the Marine training program during the war. The Marines called them Devil Dogs, borrowing the famous Marine Corps nickname from the First World War.
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November 1 1943. Bougainville. Solomon Islands.
The first Marine War Dog Platoon went into combat. 24 dogs and 55 handlers attached to the 2nd Marine Raider Regiment. 21 Dobermans and 3 German Shepherds. They were lowered from the deck of the attack transport USS George Clymer in cargo nets and improvised harnesses. They climbed into Higgins boats with their handlers and went ashore under heavy Japanese fire.
Two dogs entered the history books that morning.
Andy was a Doberman scout dog handled by PFCs Robert Lansley and John Mahoney. He walked at the head of the Raider patrols. On day two of the invasion he alerted to a Japanese machine gun nest hidden in the jungle 100 yards ahead. The Marines took cover. The machine gun opened up. Not one of them was hit.
Caesar was a large German Shepherd messenger dog handled by PFC Rufus Mayo. On the first night ashore Caesar was sleeping in a foxhole beside Mayo when he suddenly leaped out and attacked a Japanese soldier creeping up on the position in the dark. The Japanese soldier shot Caesar at point blank range and ran. Caesar survived. Mayo had survived too because the dog had not waited to be told.
On day three Caesar carried a message from Company M to the regimental command post when American telephone lines had been cut by Japanese mortars. He was the only means of communication between the two units. He was wounded again. Marines carried him back to safety on a stretcher.
Of the 24 dogs and 55 handlers who went ashore at Bougainville, only 2 dogs and 2 handlers did not come home.
Handlers later claimed no Marine patrol guarded by war dogs was successfully surprised during the Bougainville campaign.
After Bougainville every Marine division in the Pacific was assigned its own War Dog Platoon.
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July 21 1944. The Marines landed on Guam.
The 2nd and 3rd War Dog Platoons came ashore with the Marine infantry. They would run more than 450 combat patrols on the island over the next three weeks. They cleared caves. They detected land mines. They found booby traps. They guarded sleeping Marines at night.
A Doberman named Kurt walked at the head of a Marine patrol through the jungle north of the landing beaches on July 22 1944. Kurt was handled by PFC Allen Jacobson. The dog suddenly stopped and alerted. There was a Japanese force directly ahead. The patrol took cover.
The patrol was 250 Marines strong. The Japanese force was estimated at several thousand soldiers preparing an ambush. Kurt had detected them before they had detected the Marines.
In the firefight that followed Kurt was hit by shrapnel from a Japanese mortar shell. His spine was severely damaged. The dogs' veterinarian Captain William Putney later wrote about treating him:
"I hastily hooked up an IV bottle and inserted the end of the tube into the vein of Kurt's right foreleg. I put a half-grain of morphine into the tube. He let out a big sigh, closed his eyes, and went to sleep."
Kurt did not wake up. He was the first American war dog killed in action on Guam.
PFC Jacobson refused medical treatment for his own wounds until Kurt had been carried off the battlefield. When the dog was finally evacuated Jacobson buried him in a shallow grave with a wooden cross.
Over the next three weeks 24 more Devil Dogs were killed in action on Guam. Yonnie. Koko. Bunkie. Skipper. Poncho. Tubby. Hobo. Nig. Prince. Fritz. Emmy. Missy. Cappy. Duke. Max. Blitz. Arno. Silver. Brockie. Bursch. Pepper. Ludwig. Rickey. Tam was buried at sea off Asan Point.
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The Devil Dogs fought on. They served at Iwo Jima. They served at Peleliu. They served at Okinawa. They served on every Pacific island the Marines took back from the Japanese in the final two years of the war.
Caesar the German Shepherd who had saved Rufus Mayo's life on Bougainville was killed in action on northern Okinawa on April 17 1945. His handler Bob Forsyth said of him afterward:
"Andy and Caesar were good Marines."
The men who handled the Devil Dogs never forgot them. After the war Captain William Putney, the Marine veterinarian who had cared for Kurt on Guam, spent the rest of his life pushing for proper recognition of the war dogs. In 2001 he published a memoir called Always Faithful, the first detailed account of the Marine War Dog Platoons in the Pacific.
In June 1994 a bronze statue of Kurt the Doberman was unveiled at the Pentagon. It was sculpted by an artist named Susan Bahary. The statue was then shipped to Guam and installed at a new cemetery on the Naval Base. The remains of the 24 Devil Dogs who had been killed liberating Guam were moved to the new ground beneath the statue. The cemetery was dedicated on July 21 1994, exactly 50 years after the invasion.
The bronze Kurt stands watch over his fallen brothers to this day. The inscription on the base honors the 25 Marine war dogs who gave their lives liberating Guam in 1944. It records that they served as sentries, messengers, and scouts. That they explored caves, detected mines and booby traps.
It ends with two words.
Semper Fidelis.
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Every American fighter in this photo was a patchwork.
A single P-47 Thunderbolt was stitched together from parts made by around 100 different companies, coast to coast, from the aluminum giant ALCOA to a dental drill company.
They built nearly 16,000 of them.
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The P-47 was a monster. It was the biggest, heaviest, and most expensive single-engine fighter the United States built in the entire war. Empty, it weighed around five tons. Fully loaded for combat, closer to eight.
And it was staggeringly complex. A single Thunderbolt was made up of roughly 36,000 separate parts, held together by around 25,000 rivets. To put that in perspective, a typical American car before the war had about 5,000 parts. Every P-47 was like building seven cars at once, and then making it fly and fight at 40,000 feet.
No single factory could make all of that on its own. So America didn't try.
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Instead, the Thunderbolt was built the way the whole American war economy worked, by spreading the job across the entire country.
Around 100 different companies supplied the pieces. The aluminum for the skin came from ALCOA. The huge Pratt & Whitney R-2800 engine at the heart of the aircraft was so in demand that its own production was farmed out to car makers like Ford, Chevrolet, and Buick. The tires came from B.F. Goodrich in Ohio. The eight .50-caliber machine guns came from Colt.
And the suppliers got stranger from there. General Electric and Maytag made electrical components. The 3M company supplied the tapes and industrial chemicals. And a company that normally made dental drills, S.S. White, contributed the flexible drive shafts its dental technology had perfected.
Trucks and trains hauled all of it, from dozens of states, toward two enormous factories.
He was the most daring submarine captain America had. He snuck into an enemy harbor with nothing but a child's school atlas for a map, and crippled a warship inside it.
His own crew would have followed him into hell.
But one terrible decision on the surface of the Pacific would shadow his name forever.
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Dudley Walker Morton was from Kentucky, a Naval Academy graduate with a wide jaw and a booming personality. At the academy he had picked up the nickname Mushmouth, soon shortened to Mush, and it stuck for life.
By late 1942 the American submarine force was struggling. Many captains were being too cautious, firing from long range and breaking off at the first sign of danger, and they were sinking very few enemy ships.
Morton was the opposite of cautious. When he took command of the USS Wahoo at the end of 1942, he gathered his crew and gave them a speech that became legendary. He told them that the Wahoo was now an expendable ship, that he intended to take her right into the enemy and sink everything he could, and that any man who did not want to come on those terms had thirty minutes to leave, with no shame and no questions asked.
Not a single man left.
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On his first patrol as captain, in January 1943, Morton was ordered to scout the Japanese harbor at Wewak, in New Guinea. There was just one problem. The Navy had no chart of the harbor.
So the crew improvised. One of the sailors had bought a cheap school atlas in a shop in Australia, and that crude little map was the only reference Morton had. Using it, he took the Wahoo submerged straight into the enemy anchorage, something no American submarine had done before.
Inside, he found a Japanese destroyer. He fired. As the warship spotted his torpedo tracks and turned to charge straight at him, Morton did something almost unheard of. He held his nerve and fired a torpedo directly down the throat of the oncoming destroyer, hitting it head-on and leaving it wrecked and grounded.
He had snuck into an enemy harbor with a school atlas and torn apart a warship inside it, then escaped. The legend of Mush Morton was born.
In October 1944, more than 200 American soldiers from Texas were trapped in a French forest, surrounded by German troops, with no way out.
The unit sent to save them suffered more than 800 casualties doing it.
Those rescuers were Japanese American soldiers, whose own families were imprisoned back home in US internment camps.
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In the fear and chaos after Pearl Harbor, the United States made a decision that many Americans would later come to regret. Around 120,000 people of Japanese ancestry on the West Coast, most of them American citizens, were moved from their homes into internment camps for the duration of the war.
Among them were thousands of young Nisei, American-born sons of Japanese immigrants. They had grown up in the United States. They thought of themselves as Americans, and they wanted the chance to prove it.
In 1943 they got that chance. The Army called for volunteers to form a new all-Nisei combat unit. The response was overwhelming. More than ten thousand men stepped forward, many of them volunteering from inside the very camps where their families were being held.
They became the 442nd Regimental Combat Team. They chose a motto that said everything about them.
Go for Broke.
Bet everything.
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They trained at Camp Shelby in Mississippi and shipped out to Italy in 1944, joining the 100th Infantry Battalion, another Japanese American unit that had already fought so hard it earned the grim nickname the Purple Heart Battalion.
From the start, the Nisei soldiers fought with a fierce determination. They knew that every battle was being watched, and that they were fighting not just the enemy in front of them, but the doubts about their loyalty back home. They were determined to leave no question unanswered.
They drove the Germans through Italy, then into southern France. They earned a reputation across the Army as some of the most relentless, dependable soldiers in Europe. Where the 442nd was sent, the line moved forward.
Then, in October 1944, in the cold and fog of the Vosges Mountains in France, they were handed the mission that would define them.
He wanted to fight so badly that he lied his way into the Marines at 14, and when they tried to keep him out of combat, he stowed away on a ship to Iwo Jima.
Six days after his 17th birthday, he threw himself onto two grenades to save three other men.
And then he survived.
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Jacklyn Harrell Lucas was born in 1928 in Plymouth, North Carolina. Everyone called him Jack.
He was big for his age, broad and muscular, and after the attack on Pearl Harbor he became desperate to fight. There was just one problem. He was 14 years old.
So he forged his mother's signature, lied about his age, and in August 1942, at the age of 14, he talked his way into the Marine Corps Reserve. His size let him pass for 17. He went off to boot camp at Parris Island while boys his real age were still in school.
About a year later, the Marine Corps figured out how young he actually was. But instead of throwing him out, they posted him to Hawaii, far from the front, driving a truck and handling supplies. They were keeping the underage Marine safely away from combat.
Jack Lucas had no intention of sitting out the war.
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In early 1945 he made his move.
Lucas slipped away from his unit and stowed away aboard the USS Deuel, a transport ship he knew was heading toward the fighting. He hid aboard for nearly a month, helped by his cousin, living in secret as the ship steamed across the Pacific. He turned himself in only one day before he would have been officially declared a deserter.
By then the ship was committed to the invasion of Iwo Jima, and the Marines aboard simply absorbed the determined teenager into their ranks as a rifleman. He was busted down in rank as punishment, but he had what he wanted. He was going to the battle.
On February 14, 1945, while still at sea, Jack Lucas turned 17.
Five days later, on February 19, he waded ashore onto the black volcanic sand of Iwo Jima, one of the most savagely defended places American troops would ever assault.
Stories spread through Bataan about a captain who seemed to appear and disappear in the jungle.
Something was crawling behind Japanese lines at night, ambushing patrols, hitting their positions, and vanishing before they could react.
It was one American officer, often alone, with a Thompson and a handful of grenades.
American troops began calling him the Ghost of Bataan.
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Arthur Wermuth was a captain in the 57th Infantry Regiment, one of only a handful of American officers in a unit made up mostly of Philippine Scouts, the tough, highly trained Filipino soldiers who fought alongside the United States Army.
Just hours after Pearl Harbor, Japan invaded the Philippines. The American and Filipino defenders were pushed back onto the Bataan Peninsula, outnumbered, low on supplies, and slowly being starved of food, medicine, and ammunition. There would be no reinforcements coming. They were on their own.
Most men in that position would have hunkered down and tried to survive.
Wermuth did the opposite.
He went hunting.
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He armed himself with a Thompson submachine gun, two pistols, and a bag of grenades, and he went out into the jungle, often alone or with a small handful of his Scouts, to take the war to the Japanese.
He would crawl through the mud for hours, letting enemy patrols march right past him in the dark, then slip behind their lines to a ridge above their camp and open fire, throwing the enemy into chaos and convincing them that a whole American force had gotten into their rear. Then he would disappear back into the jungle.
He ambushed patrols. He attacked enemy positions and supply areas. He picked off enemy snipers at their own game. His raids became so bold and so frequent that his reputation spread across Bataan as a kind of phantom who could not be caught.
In one of his most famous actions, he was ordered to destroy a bridge the Japanese were using to push south.
A 25-year-old American bombardier was given the order to bail out of his dying aircraft over Romania.
He had a parachute. He could have jumped and lived.
Instead, he took it off, strapped it onto a wounded gunner who had lost his own, and helped the man jump to safety.
The last anyone saw of him, he was standing on the bomb bay catwalk of the doomed bomber.
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David Richard Kingsley was a firefighter from Portland, Oregon. He joined the Army Air Forces in 1942, trained as a bombardier, and by the summer of 1944 was a second lieutenant flying B-17 Flying Fortresses with the 97th Bombardment Group out of the Mediterranean.
A bombardier's job was to aim and release the bombs. In the final seconds of the bomb run, he effectively flew the aircraft straight and level through the flak so the bombs could hit the target. It took nerve to sit in the glass nose of a bomber and hold steady while the sky around you filled with exploding steel.
On June 23 1944, Kingsley flew a mission against the oil refineries at Ploesti in Romania, the great fuel source feeding the German war machine, and one of the most heavily defended targets in all of Europe.
It was his 20th combat mission, and four days before his 26th birthday.
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On the bomb run, Kingsley's B-17 was hammered by flak and forced out of formation. The pilot held course over the target anyway, and Kingsley dropped his bombs squarely onto the refinery.
But now they were alone, damaged, falling behind, and losing altitude. Exactly the kind of straggler German fighters hunted.
Three Messerschmitt 109s found them. Cannon fire raked the bomber. The tail gunner was badly wounded in the arm, bleeding heavily. The crew called for Kingsley, who made his way back through the aircraft, reached the wounded man, and worked to stop the bleeding, saving his life right there.
Then eight more Messerschmitt 109s came again, and a second gunner was wounded. The bomber was being torn apart around them.