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read this Article called "Taking The Villa Verde Trail"
http://www.ibiblio.org/hyperwar/USA/USA-P-Triumph/USA-P-Triumph-26.html
This Web page is pasted from e-mails sent to students who were asking for interviews on the "World War II Veterans Web Site". They would all ask about the same ?'s and after Henry did about 20, I made this page.
The students always replyed saying "I used your interview" or "I had know Idea what it was like" or "I know I personally wouldn't have made it." Things like that.
The emblem of the 32nd. "Red Arrow Division"
The map of the Vella Verde Trail, note how few miles of area it was.
Ribbons earned. From reading other web pages I guess there should be a third Bronze Star Medal i.e. (2 oak leaf clusters on the Bronze Star Medal), because anyone receiving the Combat Infantry Badge in WW II is automaticly given one. I never got any papers on this fact.
It is actually worst than what he talks about, page 265 says: The walkitalkie said,"The War's over." The grimy sergant from A Company flicked the butterfly on the mike and said, "Yeah, all over these damned mountains." It was morning of August 15, 1945. For the book, it was the 32d Division's 654th---and last--day of combat in World War II. But not for the men of A Company. Part of the company had just beaten off a banzai charge. One dough was dead and 2 were wounded. The platoon was cut off. Back through the mountains at B Company, eleven miles by trail, 1st Lieutenant Troy Ricks, one-time basketball star from Booneville, said, somewhat grimly,"There's no celebrating here. This is the Thirty-second. We always fight after the campaigns are over,
"which made him somewhat of a prophet, less than eighteen hours later, A Company was hit by another banzai. Another dough was killed and seven wounded. Back at the divisional public-relations office, Capt.Fleisher of New York said, "That is the Thirty-second first to start fighting, last to finish." He's just come from talking to some doughs who had started it out almost three full years before by hiking over the Owen Stanley Mountains from Port Moresby to Buna. Anyway this book I got by finding it in old army books, inter-net, Henry heard it was out there but never saw it tell this week.
This one page shows under ground holes the Japanese used on the Villa Verde trail.
It says they would pole charge the opening and
the Japs dug them selves out 3 times and fought with no food
or water for days, "rather than surrender,"the Japanese soldiers
remained and fought in these caves tell they were all killed."
Please don't pick on spelling. Sent this to another student maybe you can use it
Henry Brooks, staff sarge. 32nd. div 127 inf, rifle squad leader retired general contractor
<------------------<<<< MEMORIES >>>>------------------->
I didn't feel the gas ration thing because my wife's father owned a gas station and he gave us ration stamps for gas. I also was living in Bloomgtion next to Fontana steel mill and my real resident was Maywood Los Angeles so I put in that I had to drive farther to work and got extra stamps. You weren't allowed to take leisure drives, one person I knew was ticketed for going to Big Bear lake resort. I bought a 41 Plymouth for $800 from a Japanese man that was being interned,
They were selling everything, pots, linen, furniture I needed a car not the other stuff, It was the market price. We all thought the Japanese were being screwed, after all they looked different and anyone would know there where abouts. It was to get there land. We (the guys I knew then) all thought this. Some kid I sort of knew, his family lost there farm because of being interned.
On December 17, 1944 I left San Francisco bay on a transport ship to the Philippines. Oh! I had 17 weeks of training at Camp Roberts near Pasa Robles, CA.
as soon as the ship went under the Golden Gate bridge
the seas were rough. All most everyone got sick, there was vomit everywhere, the guys cleaning up the puke, would puke in the bucket they were using. Every step had vomit on it. we ate standing up because there were 5000 on this ship. A guy would eat lean back from the table, puke and keep eating. Now the Officers had it great. 200 officers with 200 nurses, one for each. They ate on white linen table cloths, served by stewards. They had the whole supper structure for them selves. I was lucky I had a bunk with an air vent blowing across it, every time I came back to my bunk I had to get a guy out of it. The other lucky thing is I and 12 other guys found out that at 2 am fresh water was put through the pipes. Every night we 12 stood and waited for a fresh water shower. Now can you imagine12 guys keeping a secret for 5 - 6 weeks of sailing. So welanded in New Guinea and then Leyte,
Our final destination the Lingayin gulf Luzon. Between Leyte and Luzon we went on a different ship and the sailors were all covered in bandages. They said the Jap planes went down between the ships and one US ship shot the other US ship. The ship we were on had doors in the front. When we were in Letye we swam in the bay and the front doors & ramp on this ship made a perfect spot for getting on and off the ship.
The lynganian gulf was full of ships, the beach and everything around there was full of supplies and equipment. The pier had toilets on them that went directly into the ocean so I didn't want to swim there.
I was trucked up to an area in Northern Luzon.
Our mission was to secure the Villa Verde trail and connect to hwy 5. This never happened. It was to take a couple of days and in 6 months it didn't get cleared. My Lt Col told us we had 5000 casualties in 6 weeks. The history books say 14000 for that area. Crisis In The Pacific by Gerald Aster writes about the 32 div.
I first saw dead guys when walking up to the line. I asked why there were Negroes up here and a guy said those are white guys, that's what a body looks like when it has been laying out in the sun. I asked how close have you been to Japs he said 300 yard. so I thought that was OK, You can't shoot a rifle very well at that range.
My first Jap was so close I could have reached out and touched him. We walked up behind this Jap hole. I just backed out and did nothing. On that patrol a kid got a bullet in his leg,I new him from the ship, I heard he died at the hospital and couldn't believe such a small hole could kill a guy. Later I went on a patrol to G company, another patrol, and all these guys were killed by friendly fire. They through out white smoke and the wind blew it back so the planes bombed them. It was only about 10 guys. We were so short men that we never had full companies. They smelled bad. That night I almost kill an American soldier because he was releaving himself beyond the perimeter. A guy next to me knocked up my rifle. I told the Captain I was confused and scared, when he said he was too, I cracked up. They took me back off the line and gave me a pill that I now think could have been LSD. I picked the stars out of the sky that night and wasn't scared the next day. So back on the line. I was now able to sleep. I slept when it wasn't my turn at watch. Some guys never sleep on the line,(afraid the guy on watch will not see the enemy coming and just to scared to sleep.) This did happen to one Company up there they all stayed awake tell dawn, fell asleep and were all killed because the Japs just walked up on them. Once at night I heard some Japs above my hole and put a grenade just over the berm and killed a couple that night.
At night it would sometimes be KINGS - X, we would carry our supplies on the same trail as the Japs and we all just pretend we didn't notice each other. We were trucked up from leave and the MP's were giving the driver a hard time so one of the guys in the back, took the powder out of a grenade and through it in the middle of the MP's. Ya see it still smokes like a grenade with powder in it. Boy, did they run. The MP's thought they were tough, they would pull the hair and torture the captured Japs. We on the line would never do any of that.
I never felt anger toward them. Just tried to avoid buying the Japanese product for years, now I don't care.
On another patrol I once was carrying 4 rifles while two guys carried a wounded man, the guy in front of me had his canteen blown off his belt and now it was my turn to cross this open spot. I didn't get hit. The wounded guy had 5 bullets in him, I think he survived, some were chest wounds, Just before this patrol we were sent back off the lines and that wounded guy had spent 2 ½ hour standing in a whore house line, when it was his turn to go in he didn't even have his pants unbuttoned and they pushed him out the back door. So he burnt the shack down. The only time I carried a dead guy the Japs started shooting at me so he got dropped and I ran for cover. I had my spare pair of pants shot up in my back pack.
I remember this time a Guy ran across an area his jaw was shot off. He got to us, sat against a tree and died of shock. He didn't know his jaw was gone. Another had only a tiny hole in his head from shrapnel, he was dead too. These were the only guys I saw die. And once I had some time to put some sand bags over my hole. That night we had shelling and all the bags were shredded. Tuskie got it that night , He was the only causality. He was 6'7" and his body parts were all over the place. Tuskie's Dad was a Major. We were told that a 3 day pass would be given out if we captured a Jap so one guy from another squad ran the length of a football field to capture this Jap, (it was like a football tackle). He yelled, "don't shoot him." This guy was under fire himself. We once (4 of us) shot at a Jap that went from one hole to another and he had to stop, stand straight, then slither down through the opening. We never got him, bullets everywhere.
We were a large group going up a trail, and on the side of the trail were these two GI's, one looked shell shock and the other had a stream of blood coming out of his chest, this was an arch of an inch or so (with pressure) pushing this blood out. He had a puddle of blood in his lap from this blood loss, but the thing is, know one was stopping to take care of these guys, Not the 7 to 10 guys in front of me or the guys behind me. Maybe the Medic at the end of the group I was in stopped,I don't know. But the thing is, the guy behind me put his face into the bleeding mans face and said to him, "You lucky Son Of a Bitch".I guess the GI behind me thought this was a million dollar wound, I thought it was worst than that.
When I was in the Hospital the first time one guy had both legs in casts, an arm and the rest of himself in bandages. He never asked anyone to lite his smokes.
The other GI next to me had a little wound in the palm of his hand (probably self inflected) and he was always calling for morphine. Another time a guy was on the side of a trail crying from the pain of losing his foot and laughing because he new the war was over for him. While I was in that 1st hospital a GI was really feeling sorry for himself because he lost his leg, See this guy like most, only was probably on the line one time, so he didn't realize how lucky he was to get
that wound. I think it was a short round hitting a tree top, that was how he lost his leg. I saw this one GI get hit, take his pants off, look to
see if anything important was shot and then he went for cover.
He was being shot at, while checking him self out.
I was a private when Smiliely and I got my1st. Bronze Star, only a few weeks there. I over heard on the radio that we were going to have courseairs support and the whole company was going up (which was the size of a platoon) so I thought this was going to be a workable operation.
I had the BAR. We worked our way up a hill with waist high grass,
the corsair air planes scraped the area to keep the Jap heads down,
the tracer bullets caught the whole hill on fire, the planes bullets
through up dirt in front of me and I could feel this flying dirt.
The smoke was thick, I got stuck under a Jap hole but he couldn't shoot
me because of the berm, My squad throw hand grenades into his hole
and the handles would fall off hitting my back at the same time as the
explosion.
The Jap kept trying to shoot me, but he had to raise up to see me,
one of these times I shot him so we worked our way up to the top.
On my left I shot a Jap that had some leaves attached to his helmet like
Smiliey but I shot him anyway not sure if it was him or not.
We took out 6 machine gun nests. From the top Smiley and I could
see that we had really know place to hide, (cover) I still don't know
how we got up to the top, except as Smiley would look down the hill I
kept motioning "OK go forward", so we did. I think Hush saw us from another advantage point and he wrote up the citation. I remember I leaned my BAR against a tree stump and when I picked it up the barrel was bent. It got so hot from fireing that the lean bent the barrel. Later Smiliey (KIA) got the Medal Of Honor but I don't know why
we were in different squads, both squad leaders then.
(Just read today 4-4-98, a book Heroes of ww2 by Edward F. Murphy
says S. Sgt.Ysmael R. Villegas KIA 3-20-45, that's Smiley).
My squad went out the next day and the Japs were again at the same
place where he was killed. Mockley was shot in the head there. Smiley was a Mexican from S. Calif, he was anxious to speak Spanish
to the Philippines, Once made a comment that they didn't look
Spanish or Mexican.
A note about medals, I was a steel worker and went as high as 24
stories, this sounds brave but you start doing it and doesn't feel gutsy.
I worked on the wind tunnels in San Jose, CA. When I first arrived I
saw the guys working on top of these really high tall curved
structures, I thought they were brave fools, in a couple of days I was on
top of these tunnels and it didn't feel brave at all. It is all in the
perspective of where you are. I never felt I was "sticking my neck out" at
the
moment I did things. These guys in this "Heroes of WW2", they did stick
their neck out.
Our battalion was down to 3 men. Me, Lt Col. Munk Meyer (the 1935
all American football player {quarterback} from West Point), and
the First Sarge. We 3 went out dynamiting caves.
The Col was holding a pistol in front of this one cave when the
concussion blew him head over heels and ruptured his ear drums.
That I think was my 2nd Bronze Star.
I was using a flame thrower
the day I got my first wound. The flame sucks all the oxygen
out of the hole so the Jap gets out of there because he can't breath.
Ya have to get close to your target about 12 to 6 feet away.
so any way, this Jap through out this Grenade
and I turn and got hit in my leg, ear, hand and a couple of other
spots, I ran down and up and down a gully before my legged locked up.
The guys said, "He is after you Brooks", I said, "shoot him!"
They took me out in a little piper cub type of plane but I can't remember where the airstrip would have been. I remember that the nurses smelled so good and looked so beautiful. I had a nurse that must have liked me, because she kept playing with this little wound on my leg. but when I heard that the 127th was on R and R I asked how long before I could get out of there. she said, you want to leave? and when I said yes, so she put this little bandage on my leg and I was out of there.
2 weeks hospital and 2 days of r & r and I was back on the line.
Did see Joe E. Brown at a USO show.
(He was an old dead movie star.)
The best duty I had was the time
we guarded artillery. We were on top of this mountain, and below us
was the war. It looked like a movie, The course airs were flying below us
and dropping bombs and men were running and dirt and fire was going in
the air. Here we sat watching the whole thing, and glade it wasn't us.
(This is kind of where the rear officers got to sit and watch us
perform there tactical work).
Ok, so anyway We got up by the summer capital Bagieo and I once was
digging in and saw these Japs digging in across the hill, These
hills are steep and forest like, (you could spit across the ravine to the
other mountain) so I went out and shot these two Japs that I could
see at twilight, They looked like this was going to be tomorrows
opposition and the two new guys in my squad followed me.
They were both 19 yrs, I was 26 yrs, so from there we went
down and up and one of them went back and got a bazooka. Junior helped me line it up, we had never used one before but there is not much to opperate one.
Anyway we shot this bazooka into a Jap area. 1st round was good,
2nd round was a dud. I dropped several gernades into holes. I didn't know if they had Japs in them or not. So it was the Headquarters, so I got the
Distinguished Service Cross. Junior and the other Kid picked up some jap binoculars and a pistal and sword. I never took any suvinors. On a Patrol I was on as a private Alabama suggested that suviners could be boobie traped so they weren't that important to me. This action stopped the fighting for a few
days. It was the first time we didn't get any causalities for a few
days. One of the 19 yr olds' his name was Junior, died the next week
he said not to try to get him. No one goes into the line of fire
to get anyone, you can't, the movies are wrong, The other kid died
the following week, I don't remember his name.
When these two kids showed up in my squad I was rough,
I told them they would be a lot more fun to screw than the
monkeys around here, (I only saw one monkey) but I
had these kids scared. I once saw a medic pull the dead Japs
out of the hole I just shot up, he looked for souvenirs and then sat
on one of these dead Japs and ate lunch. (Sick). Flies were everywhere, I know I ate some flies because I couldn't get the food to my mouth fast enough.
Land was really pretty, lots of water falls, and it rained every evening. There was enough
rain to
soap up lather and wash off.
then these Phillipineno ladies took me (2 of them) and carried me up
and down and up and down two more mountains with out stopping once.
They couldn't have weight more than a 100 lbs each. I was asked once
how it felt to get shot, my description is imagine putting your
elbow on concrete than some one with a 10 pound sledge hammer drops
it as hard as he can on your elbow that is about how it felt.
I was 1st operated on for the head wound, there was know anaesthetic
for head wound operation and my arm hurt so bad I told
the doctor to just kill me instead of torturing me. I remember he had
a black hairy chest. When I didn't die form the brain surgery they
put me out for the arm. I was lying under tall pine trees on a hospital cot
when a female nurse told us they dropped a big bomb that would probably
end the war. I had a head ack and knew the war was over anyway for
me. Most everyone I knew there died in combat, one 36 year old man
with 5 kids died, I had 2 children at the time myself. That Captain
who said he was scared, died. The whole time I was there we
had no lieutenants and no buck sergeants. In the infantry know
one survives the 3rd wound. Now I say this and I new one guy
with five Purple Hearts all little ones in the head area, But in
the 127th there was this thing if you survived the third wound and came
back to the company you'd become the cook. (We never changed cooks).
Hughs survived, Mockely, Hush, Martin, McCoy, Suesia,
Munk Meyers the Col, Alabama, the bird Col from
Pheinnixs Ariz. But the ones that got wounded and didn't
come back to the company I don't know about. From my training camp
at Camp Roberts a guy looked me up after the war, he didn't go over
seas, He said only three of us that went over sees survived from my
training Co. And to that stupid drill Sargent that had a few days of combat
in
the Eluetions(by Alaska) that said he was being hard on us so we could
survived combat, "YA DID A GREAT JOB!! B.S. .
On Sept 22, 1945 I landed in San Francisco and they gave each one
of us a fresh quart of cold milk as we got off the boat. It sure
tasted good. I was at Menlo Park hospital for a few months in San Francisco.
Some of the guys were bad off, I played poker with fellows that were
getting their skin put back on by grafting from their upper arm
skin to their face. (They'd still have the skin attached to the arm and
cast it so it wouldn't pull away from the face). We were all invited
to the race track and given the winning horse numbers to play.
1st we thought it wasn't going to be the winners tell these horses
started coming up the real winners.
I couldn't be a steelworker any
more because my elbow wouldn't bend so I went back to lathing,
That is the Black paper and Wire under stucco or the wall board
under neath the inside plaster. It took 7 hits to sink a 1 ½
inch nail when I first started back lathing. It should be 2 hits. I first came back and the only Job I got was scrapping construction jobs at $60 a week.
A friend Larry Riggs (now Dead) did the work I couldn't do so I
could get work and make journeyman wages. The plastering contracters didn't want me, but Larry was so valuable that when he said he wouldn't work with out Brooks we stayed employed. Larry carried my load for
almost 2 yrs. Larry was a helmsman (driver) of landing craft in WW II. I didn't use the GI bill,
I all ready had a house. That GI collage thing came a little later
and know one told me to apply. The VA pretty much let a guy take
care of himself. They (the VA) said I could be a salesman so they
sent me out with a "pots and pan" guy selling door to door.
This wasn't going to work so I ask my uncle if I could have a job
and he was a builder and gave me work. Larry saw me and told me to
be a lather. Somehow history shows it different, GI's coming home. I saw
no parades, if it wasn't for friends and family I'd probably had
become a drunk. I get all my health care at the Loma Linda VA hospital
Because I'm 70% disabled. 1946 I got $170.00 per month, which is tax free.
Now
I get about $1,120 per month. I have six kids. My oldest child is 58 d, 55s,
45s, 18s, 16 s, and a 15-year-old daughter. I never hunted after the
War because there was no point. I did before.
I never liked to camp
after the war, I did enough of that (6Months), and when Woody and Jimmy my two
oldest sons were old enough to be drafted into the Viet Nam war I told
them to let the other guys do it. Most of the military is bookkeeping or
supplies, but if you are unlucky enough to get into the fighting part
(10%) it is a real mess. So Woody played dumb and got out and Jimmy was
defiant and didn't have to go in. Funny thing my x-wife called Clinton a
draft dodger and I told her so are our sons. I voted for Perot.
Oh! new wife is 47.
I'll send you a picture of me now and then with medals so you know this
isn't bull shit.
The book World almanac of world war II by Brigadier Peter Young
says on Page 350, 28 June 45 Philippines; MacArthur announces that the
operations on Luzon are over, It is now five months and 19 days since
the invasion. July 5 says Philippines have been completely liberated. This
is wrong. I was shot Aug 4, 2 days before they dropped the bomb and a
lot were shot right up tell the end of the war, the Japanese would never
have surrendered without total annihilation. 32 Div is a Wisconsin, Michagin National
Guard. I never met anyone from these states, they were all gone by the time I arrived as a replacement.
Henry Brooks, 79 years, Canyon Lake, CA
This is the monument that was built at the foot of the Villa Verde trail buy the 32nd engeiners. A news letter I recieved from the red arrow club said since this was not an offical U.S. monument it is not being maintained. I have a son who flys 727 cargo planes (he is a captain now)and Manila is on his route. I asked if he ever went up to the villa verde trail area and his answer was that it is too dangerous for tourist up there.
Henry said the men had suspected this while fighting.
main page, Brooks Family Web Page
Brooks Family pics,
favorite links,
Interview with Mr. Reece Haines, New Jersey, 33 div on Luzon
[web page about] From Butte to Iwo Jima,
[web page about] A WW II Marine Story,
[Official History]===>32nd “Red Arrow” Division History
{Luzon}: The Villa Verde Trail,,This is the section Henry was in.
