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Herring\u2019s little command was Flotilla Three, Group Eight\u201412 skinny vessels proceeding slowly in the direction of Suribachi, near enough the shore to be in deep trouble if enemy gunners were to open fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But there could be no turning back. Flotilla Three had a critical mission, supporting U.S. Navy commandos on reconnaissance. In two days the fleet behind them would assault Iwo Jima. Right now Herring and his ships\u2014Landing Craft Infantry repurposed into gunboats\u2014were to hug the target\u2019s shore and provide cover for Underwater Demolition Teams of special operations frogmen assigned to disable enemy mines, then scout beaches adjoining Suribachi to make sure tanks and other heavy equipment could traverse the sandy, black volcanic cinders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So far everything seemed fine, but Herring and crew were uneasy; surely somebody ashore had spotted them. Herring had fought in the brutal campaigns to take the Marshall and Mariana islands; this was his first combat mission as captain. He knew to take nothing for granted and, under fire, to lead by example. Stay calm, he told himself. His men had assumed battle stations, crouching at their guns, some strapped right to their weapons, eyes on Suribachi. Herring was thinking maybe they would get in and out without casualties when he felt shaking underfoot. Something shivered. Metal moaned. Water sprayed Herring in the face, and fear came blasting out of nowhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n IWO JIMA WAS A BARREN NUB OF VOLCANIC ROCK\u2014and, thanks to its location, an unavoidable stop on the bloody slog to Japan. The island, with two airfields from which Japanese fighter pilots sallied against American bombers, sits 670 miles south of Tokyo. In early 1945, that made Iwo a perfect landing zone for B-29 long-range bomber aircrews in trouble\u2014that is, if the Allies could capture it, which they meant to do, starting in two days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For Herring, the grim little island was another chance for LCI gunboats to prove their mettle. His boat and its companion vessels might lack the cachet enjoyed by battleships and aircraft carriers and destroyers and PT boats, but gunboats were critical to island hopping, and island hopping was critical to victory in the Pacific.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The 449 and cohort had started out configured as Landing Craft Infantry (Large). These 158-foot ships, powered by eight diesel engines, were outfitted to carry 200 troops at sea and deliver those passengers to landing beaches via ramps at either side or through bow doors. Narrow and flat-bottomed, LCIs were bouncy and tended to roll.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Besides having four well decks in which to stow troops, LCIs had four or five 20mm automatic cannons in shielded tubs arrayed around the vessel\u2019s bridge and at its bow. As the island war progressed, the navy saw a need for shallow-draft, heavily armed craft to protect troops landing on beaches and to hunt infiltrating enemy barges. The LCI fit the bill; all it needed was more firepower. In late 1943 the navy began customizing dozens of LCIs by adding 20mm cannons and 40mm Bofors guns, as well as launchers for 4.5-inch rockets. In combat, the rocket pods rode on outboard ramps along the vessel\u2019s side that landing troops once used. The 449 could field 60 rockets on each side, each projectile with a payload of 6.5 pounds of high explosive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stairs and ladders connected the vessel\u2019s three levels. The lowest was the first platform, home to the crew\u2019s quarters and engine room. Above was the main deck, from which protruded a deckhouse, containing the wardroom, galley, and radio shack and an infirmary. The highest level was the gun deck, with two single 40mms forward of a 10-foot conning tower and two 20mms aft. In the conning tower was the pilothouse, from which crewmen steered the ship. Atop the conning tower was the bridge, where officers stood during battles, communicating with the crew by a telephone intercom. That December LCI(G)-449, now studded with weapons, sailed into some of the most dangerous places in the Pacific with Herring as a junior officer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In September 1944, the 449\u2019s captain got a promotion. Herring, 23, took command. Through the autumn, the 449 made milk runs, shuttling mail and sailors between Saipan and Tinian. Crewmen alternated between swimming and souvenir hunting on Saipan and scraping and repainting the ship\u2014a quiet interlude that ended in early 1945 with orders that pointed the gunboat toward Iwo Jima. COMING PARALLEL TO THE ISLAND\u2019S EASTERN beaches at 10:20 a.m. the gunboats turned 90 degrees to port, aiming their bows at the shore. All they had to do was advance 3,500 yards past those destroyers, and they would run straight into the beach below Suribachi. Up and down the line, fast boats carrying the navy frogmen idled 100 yards behind the gunboats waiting for the signal to advance to their assigned beaches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the 449 closed on the shore, crewmen were going over the battle drill, whose first order was to look out for each other. \u201cWhen you\u2019re fighting side by side, you\u2019re just as close as you can get,\u201d recalled Charles Hightower, of Russellville, Arkansas, at the time 18 years old. \u201cYou\u2019d just die for them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Down in the well deck, Steward\u2019s Mate Ralphal Johnson, 449\u2019s only African American, was checking his 20mm before loading it. Oerlikon gunners had to be strapped to their guns. He asked his best friend, Junior Hollowell, 18, of Tulsa, Oklahoma, to harness him. On the ship\u2019s fantail, Pharmacist\u2019s Mate Henry Beuckman and Ensign Leo Bedell were taking the stand-by brigade\u2014a dozen men assigned to deal with problems as they arose\u2014through last-minute instructions should the ship come under fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gunboats jolted through the line of destroyers toward the beach. The demolition teams\u2019 boats zipped along either side of the 449, quickly passing the slower vessel. In the gunboat\u2019s bow, Gunner\u2019s Mate Third Class Chuck Banko could see nothing between him and Iwo except water. Feeling the wind in his face, he watched the shore get closer: 1,900 yards, 1,800 yards, 1,700 yards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Banko heard what sounded like a car crash. Over to port water geysered, soaking him and spraying the deck. Wiping his eyes, Banko spun left, toward the racket. An enemy round had hit a nearby gunboat, 441, whose hull was belching smoke. The stink of cordite made his nose prickle. That had to be Japanese artillery. Banko scrambled back to his 40mm, shouting to the rest of the gun\u2019s crew, \u201cGet ready!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOpen fire!\u201d Herring ordered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The LCI gun crews came alive, throwing metal at the shore as shells of every size rained onto them and exploded. A shell blew up on the 449\u2019s bow, followed by a wall of flame\u2014a mortar round had connected near the 40mm ammunition locker. It was 10:55.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the bridge, Herring felt a blast of heat. A shock wave nearly knocked him to the deck. He tried to assess the damage at the bow but thick black smoke obscured his view.<\/p>\n\n\n\n AT THE STARBOARD 20MM, HOLLOWELL CAME TO face down. The last thing he remembered was reloading as Johnson fired nonstop. Feeling like he\u2019d been punched in the gut, Hollowell stood, stunned. Bodies were strewn like dolls around the well deck. He heard Johnson\u2019s voice from down on the deck. A shell had blown Johnson out of his harness, slashing his right cheek, exposing tissue and shattered teeth. The gunner\u2019s right arm was open to the bone. Hollowell could see tendons. He knelt by Johnson. \u201cYou\u2019re going to be okay,\u201d he said. \u201cI promise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m dying, Junior,\u201d Johnson said. With each word, he spewed blood onto Hollowell\u2019s face and life jacket. Hollowell ran for the deckhouse. He had to find Beuckman, the medic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n AS LEO BEDELL STEPPED through the door of the deckhouse onto the well deck, a coppery odor of blood and death hit him. Bodies sprawled under roiling smoke. He wondered where to start. \u201cLeo, get the fire under control,\u201d Beuckman said. \u201cI\u2019ll start taking care of the wounded.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bedell nodded. The stand-by brigade had followed him. He told them to grab the fire hoses off the bulkheads and attack the fires in the bow. As the sailors fanned out, the soles of their shoes bogged down in bloody muck that made a horrible sucking sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Japanese artillery was fast, furious, and beautifully camouflaged. The radio traffic said other gunboats were taking hits. The 449 pressed ahead, now less than a thousand yards from the beach\u2014well within reach of the big guns emplaced on shore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Beuckman was about to splint Johnson\u2019s arm when a blast overhead slammed the medic to the deck: another mortar round, this time between the two 40mms below the bridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was 10:57.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two hits in two minutes. The bow and the gun deck were burning. Everywhere men scrambled they came upon bodies, twitching in pain and moaning or silent and motionless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ON THE WELL DECK, BECKMAN GOT TO HIS FEET. Both hits had been bad. He ordered Hollowell to start bringing wounded to the mess deck, then climbed a ladder to the gun deck, afraid of what he would find.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was worse than that. All around him, dying men were screaming. All he could do was keep going and hope he had enough bandages, sulfa, and morphine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n FROM THE BRIDGE RUFUS HERRING COULD SEE casualties scattered on the decks. Men were rushing about, risking their lives to carry other sailors to safety and treat the wounded. Then something exploded on the bridge. With a roar and a shockwave, Herring\u2019s field of vision went white. The starboard side of the tower blew apart, hurling him aloft. The ship\u2019s mast tumbled overboard, taking the flag. The 449 shuddered and slowed, then sat motionless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was 10:59.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first mortar round had destroyed the bow 40mm and set the ship afire. The second had knocked out the remaining 40mm gun. The third was simply catastrophic. Bedell was on the fantail. As chunks of steel flew overhead, a body fell 10 feet from the bridge to the gun deck. Bedell ran to the man. It was Herring, unconscious but breathing, left shoulder ripped open, jagged bone ends poking from the wound. Around them other men were getting up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFind Beuckman!\u201d Bedell barked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Defenders at coastal guns ashore had the 449 in their crosshairs; even machine gunners on Iwo were bringing fire to bear on the gunboat, which was not alone in its torment. A large-bore round had hit the 438. The 450, 474, 441, and 457 had taken multiple artillery strikes. Bedell could see smoke and flames pouring from the other LCIs, though they were maintaining position. The 449 could not withstand a hit from another enemy shell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n BEDELL NOTICED SOMETHING. THE SHIP WAS NOT moving. He headed for the pilothouse. From forward, so did Boatswain\u2019s Mate Second Class Frank Blow. The two reached their destination at the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo you know why we\u2019re not moving?\u201d Blow asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI have no idea,\u201d Bedell said. \u201cI\u2019m going to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He swung open the door. Silver spears of light streamed through holes in the bulkhead, illuminating a shattered space enough to reveal horrors. To Bedell\u2019s left, in a chair by the 449\u2019s communications center, was Radioman Lawrence Paglia, or what was left of Paglia. His arms hung limply, blood dripping from the fingers. His head was gone. Two sailors, maimed but alive, lay on the floor. Bedell had the urge to slam the door and vomit, then realized someone was at the helm. Lieutenant (junior grade) Robert Duvall was standing there staring blankly, clearly in shock. Blood was soaking his trousers and streaming to the deck. Duvall\u2019s hands shook as he grasped the controls, trying and failing to get his body and his ship to respond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bedell could not sail the 449, but Blow could. Duvall was their superior; shoving him aside could be good for a court martial. \u201cDuvall,\u201d Bedell said. \u201cGet out of there and let Blow in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Duvall stood trembling and silent. Blow stepped gently to the young officer and peeled his fingers from the steering mechanism. He shepherded Duvall out of the pilothouse, where he found several sailors to take him in hand. When they had gone, Bedell returned to the ruins. He opened the portholes. \u201cGet us out of here,\u201d he said to Blow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boatswain\u2019s mate gave a thumbs-up. Blocking out everything around him, he scanned the gauges and cracked his knuckles. He let out a low whistle as he reached over to grasp the handles of the engine order telegraph, moved them to \u201cahead full,\u201d and was delighted to hear the bell that meant the men in the engine room had received his order. In seconds the ship shuddered beneath him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The engines roared. The 449 began moving again. eig<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blow slowly steered the gunboat until Iwo Jima was at its stern. They had solved one problem. There were others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They needed a hospital ship, and soon. But the only friendly vessels in the vicinity were the destroyers and<\/p>\n\n\n\n other fire-support ships, which were blasting the shore to protect the demolition teams. Blow put his head down and felt the 449 reaching a maximum speed of 12 knots\u2014not fast, but better than standing still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n OF THE 449\u2019s SEVEN OFFICERS, BEDELL WAS THE only able-bodied man. He checked on the wounded in the mess deck, then bolted to the pilothouse where Blow stood, eyes straight ahead, hands at the helm. With no radio, they could not find a vessel able to take some or all of the gunboat\u2019s dozens of casualties. Scanning the horizon, Bedell tapped Blow\u2019s shoulder. \u201cFrank,\u201d he said, pointing east. \u201cDo you see that ship?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blow squinted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTake us to her,\u201d Bedell said. He did not know which ship it was, only that it was out of danger and large.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now Bedell had to communicate with other vessels. The mast had carried off the antenna. Gunfire had smashed the signal light. They had one hope: semaphore. The 449\u2019s crew included three signalmen. Bedell checked with Beuckman, who said one was dead, another unconscious and near death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow\u2019s Arthur Lewis?\u201d Bedell asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Beuckman shook his head. \u201cListen, Leo, his legs are shredded,\u201d he said. \u201cHis abdomen is really tore up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Beuckman said if Lewis was conscious, they could ask him to help, but he wasn\u2019t going to force him. Bedell agreed. Lewis sprawled on a mess deck table, reeling with pain from many wounds. Beuckman had done what he could for the signalman\u2019s lesser injuries and put tourniquets on both his legs, but they were still bleeding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With men hovering nearby, Bedell told Lewis the radio was shot. They needed\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before Bedell could finish, Lewis responded: \u201cI\u2019ll do it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFind me something Lewis can use as a flag,\u201d Bedell said. Men turned up a fistful of dishrags. Lewis glanced at the mass of cloths. They would work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His shipmates carefully lifted the signalman by the arms and carried him out, up two ladders, and over slippery decks to the bridge. Another gunboat, the 346, had come within a few hundred feet; Bedell decided to take a chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The men hoisted Lewis to their shoulders. He began waving the rags, using a visual alphabet 150 years old: \u201cUrgent \u2026 Multiple casualties \u2026 Immediate medical help needed \u2026\u201d He squinted for the other LCI\u2019s response, watched raptly, then glanced down at Bedell. \u201cSir, they state they will get help for us,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The 449<\/i> needed help now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe\u2019re going to keep going,\u201d Bedell shouted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n More from HistoryNet.com<\/span> <\/p> <\/div>\n\n\n\n THE BATTERED GUNBOAT, ANGLED FROM SHIP TO ship, encountering none with medical personnel and space enough. The minesweeper USS Terror, though, looked like pay dirt with its huge crane and forest of communications antennas that indicated manpower and resources; plus, a pennant declared the Terror was a command vessel. Blow was edging the 449 into parallel to the other ship, intending to raft up, when men along the minesweeper\u2019s rail frantically began waving him off. Someone had noticed the gunboat\u2019s ramp and its five dozen high-explosive rockets, armed for firing and about to be sandwiched between the ships.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Despite the urgency, Bedell knew he had to take the safe path. He had Blow withdraw the 449 so crewmen could empty the launchers and, one by one, loop lines around each rocket and gingerly lower the projectile to the seabed. When the last rocket was stowed safely, the battered gunboat pulled alongside the Terror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nearly 90 minutes after the first mortar round struck, the 449 was safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n IN ITS 36 DAYS, THE BATTLE FOR IWO JIMA CLAIMED 26,000 American casualties, including 6,800 dead, and 22,000 Japanese, all but 216 of whom died. Joe Rosenthal\u2019s Associated Press photograph of U.S. Marines and a U.S. Navy corpsman atop Mount Suribachi immortalized the struggle, and in the decades since, historians, filmmakers, and scholars have analyzed and celebrated aspects of that monumental conflict.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Events two days before the invasion are a footnote, nearly forgotten. But without the reconnaissance mission, the death toll would have been much higher. The Japanese attack on the gunboats boomeranged on the enemy by revealing their gun emplacements\u2019 locations; a day later, U.S. Navy battleships pounded those positions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWithout this error by the Japanese, it is probable that many threatening coast defense weapons would have remained to take a very heavy toll of men and supplies from the outset of the ship-to-shore movement,\u201d Jeter A. Isley and Philip A. Crowl wrote in The U.S. Marines and Amphibious War, Its Theory and Practice in the Pacific.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The U.S. Congress awarded 27 Medals of Honor for valor during the Iwo Jima campaign, more than any other single operation of the war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first of those medals went to Lieutenant (junior grade) Rufus Geddie Herring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In addition, the navy presented Silver or Bronze Stars to seven other 449 crewmen, including Ensign Leo Bedell, Signalman Arthur Lewis, Pharmacist\u2019s Mate Henry Beuckman, and Boatswain\u2019s Mate Frank Blow. And LCI(G) Group Eight received the Presidential Unit Citation, one of the highest military awards, for \u201cextraordinary heroism\u201d on February 17, 1945, in support of the Underwater Demolition Teams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOnly when the beach reconnaissance had been accomplished, did LCI(G) Group Eight retire after absorbing\u2026devastating punishment,\u201d the award said. All told, 43 men in Group Eight died; 152 were wounded. The 449 was the hardest hit\u201420 killed, 21 wounded\u2014nearly two-thirds of its crew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Survivors kept the battle before the battle to themselves, trying to put it behind them. Many couldn\u2019t, and spent their lives haunted by what that day\u2019s duty brought them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhen you live with something like that, it stays with you forever,\u201d Bedell said.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Feb. 17, 1945, had dawned clear and bright off Iwo Jima. At 10:45 that morning, Lieutenant (junior grade) Rufus G. 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