November 1, 1942(no entry)
November 2, 1942
The battery firing at Japs is the only thing happening around battery.
November 3, 1942
Firing off and on 24 hours a day. Good news from front and infantry. Lots of rain.
25 enemy bombers flew right over us with some Zeros. We got all but four.
Fire missions on the enemy. Just laying around on the hillside starving.
"We never was totally without, but food was scarce and the menu was very lean. We had sheep tongue from Australia. We'd have sheep tongue for breakfast, sheep tongue for supper - we only ate two meals a day. One time it was cold or pickled or something like that, next it would be warm and with rice. You know in the four months or so I was on Guadalcanal I think I only had one half slice of bread. The only bread which was on the island was at the field hospital. And every now and then they would have some kind of ration bread and we got a couple of loaves of bread for the whole battery. We would eat Japanese rice - had bugs in it. We took it away from them, they did without. Hey, we found some five gallon tins of whale fat that was rolled up in seaweed...looked like banana leaves or something. They said it was quite a delicacy, but it was just pure fat. And maybe some of the guys went for it. I don't think I ever managed to eat any for I found it very distasteful, but I am sure that if I had got hungry enough I would have."
Still firing all the time. They got our range today looks like. Capt. Bradburry, Sgt. Voelker, Cpl. Strubler got hit. The shell fell to rear of Number Two gun. They were evacuated.
*All returned to unit.
Firing all the time. Today fired 122 rounds. Raining too!
Fired 48 rounds. All quiet except for our PT Boats, which could be heard for miles, attacked and got a Jap destroyer in the Bay. They fired back.
*Much of the Naval action of the previous three months took place in 'Iron Bottom Bay', as we called it, for all the ships that were sunk during the Battle for Guadalcanal..
Drove for Pickard who was sick. Hauled 11,000 rounds to Battalion ammo dump. 8th Army on way to front to relieve our boys. Three shells hit our positions. Blew up galley. Lewis' jeep. No one hurt. 318 rounds fired.
All quiet except for occasional fire mission and schedule fire. Marine Corps Birthday.
Firing as usual. Hauling the brass to the ammo dump. Two air raids. 12 dive bombers. We got 10 plus two Zeros. High level at 12. 25 come over. Got eight with AA. Fighters got rest. Heaviest barrage yet.
November 13, 1942 |
November 14, 1942 |
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November 15, 1942All quiet but had a false alarm again.
November 16, 1942
Still quiet again but no enemy planes show up despite condition Red.
November 17, 1942
Standing by to move out on hour's notice.
November 18, 1942
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November 20, 1942
Got word to move to new position across Lunga. Man are we disappointed. Big Expectations though.
*We had expected to be evacuated off Guadalcanal at any moment.
November 21, 1942
Moved across Lunga directly behind airfield. All quiet but we are right in Bomber's Alley.
*Bomber's Alley was at the end of Henderson Field and was a primary target for Japanese air and naval attack.
November 22, 1942
Laying around reading. Sleep and what goes with it.
November 23, 1942
Same.
November 24, 1995
Night bombing. Same.
November 25, 1942
Still quiet except for our 155's and a night bombing. Got 12 men in G battery - one killed. 25 hit or killed in 7th Marines.
November 26, 1942
Night bombers again but not much damage this time.
November 27, 1942
Marking time. Only 'One Lung Charlie' giving us trouble. Latest dope says we are leaving, etc.
November 28, 1942 |
November 29, 1942Tench says we got 28 ships and lost seven. Later, heard officially that we got 28.
On 29 November, General Vandegrift was handed a message from the Joint Chiefs of Staff. The crux of it read: "1st MarDiv is to be relieved without delay ... and will proceed to Australia for rehabilitation and employment." The word soon spread that the 1st was leaving and where it was going. Australia was not yet the cherished place it would become in the division's future, but any place was preferable to Guadalcanal.
The men who were leaving were thin, tired, hollow-eyed, and apathetic; they were young men who had grown old in four months time. They left behind 681 dead in the island's cemetery.
National Archives Photo 80-G-34887
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As he tells it, "Too Many, Too Close, Too Long," is Donald L. Dickson's portrait of one of the "little guys, just plain worn out. His stamina and his spirit stretched beyond human endurance. He has had no real sleep for a long time ... And he probably hasn't stopped ducking and fighting long enough to discover that he has malaria. He is going to discover it now, however. He is through."
--------------------------------------------- Captain Donald L. Dickson, USMCROn 7 December, one year after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, General Vandegrift sent a message to all men under his command in the Guadalcanal area thanking them for their courage and steadfastness, commending particularly the pilots and "all who labored and sweated within the lines in all manner of prodigious and vital tasks." He reminded them all that their "unbelievable achievements had made 'Guadalcanal' a synonym for death and disaster in the language of our enemy." On 9 December, he handed over his command to General Patch and flew out to Australia at the same time the first elements of the 5th Marines were boarding ship. The 1st, 11th, and 7th Marines would soon follow together with all the division's supporting units.
Final Statistics * * * No entries were made in my diary after that date. However, I recall we mostly laid around and prepared to leave. We lived a rather quiet life until we boarded ships and departed Guadalcanal on the USS West Point, December 16, 1942.
Went to Brisbane, Australia; stayed there about a month and went from there - because of the extreme change in temperature - to southern Australia, to Queensland, to Melbourne, and from there we went to Ballarat. We stayed there eight or nine months. I left the division and returned to the U.S., departing Australia July 4, 1943.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, they were our days in the sun." (Rube on far right) After nearly four months in the Solomon Islands, and several more in Australia, I reached the United States on July 23, 1943 - just two weeks shy of one year since my buddies and I were getting ready to hit the beaches at Guadalcanal under less than ideal conditions.
I must have picked up the malaria bug somewhere along the way and it caught up with me in San Diego. After 30 days leave in Geneva, Alabama, I was stationed as a guard at the Naval Prison in Portsmouth, New Hampshire where I stayed for a year and a half. A cold climate assignment was about all they could do for those of us who caught the fever in the South Pacific. Anyway, from there I returned to Camp Lejeune for reassignment and wound up the rest of the war in the Panama Canal Zone, stationed at the Coca Sola Naval Air Base on the Atlantic side or at Colon, Panama. I returned to Miami for discharge on October 31, 1945.
Cpl. J. Rube Garrett, I Battery, 3rd Battalion, 11th Regiment, 1st Marine Division "War is a terrible thing. I feel like its the highest adventure a man can have if he survives." "It was a wonderful experience...it was a terrible experience: the brotherhood, the adventure. We didn't realize it then but it was like Boy Scouts. We slept in tents or in holes in the ground (laughs) we'd get up and they'd holler "food's ready, come and get your chow", 'course they never had to holler too loud.
A friend of mine, Morrison, made Sergeant. They put him on forward observer after I left the battery. And he got hit. He said "they gave me Sergeant stripes because I got wounded". Morrison was a Private in my battery. Recently, he sent me some pictures of himself in camouflage fatigues...painted face. He said he'd been playing that combat crap, shooting paintballs you know? He said "I'm trying to get that combat high we use to get, but this doesn't quite do it!" In paintball, if you get hit by a paintball you're dead. But not really...not really."
11/3/95
1st Marine Division Reunion of the Foxhole Buddies '90
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