CLYDE B. SMITH – WORLD WAR II
Clyde was 17 years old when he and a friend named Raymond went to Portsmouth, VA to sign up. When they took their physicals they couldn’t see well enough without glasses and were turned down by the Army. The Marines has just passed a new directive that if you could see 20/20 with glasses they would take you. They had passed their other physicals, so this new directive allowed them to enlist in the USMC. Clyde had to send papers home to his parents for permission to enlist as he was underage at 17.
They were supposed to be in Norfolk to be inducted on a certain day and Raymond had a Dodge (his dad’s) so they took two girls to Danville just “goofing around” then got enough rationed gas and drove the girls from Leaksville to Danville to do some shopping. On the way the car slide and turned over on a damp road. The car was resting on its top in a ditch and Raymond’s girlfriend was pinned under the car. They tried to raise the car enough for her to get out but couldn’t do it. Clyde rant down the highway to a house for help. While he was getting help Raymond got under the car enough for her to get out and some people took them to the hospital in Danville. The girlfriend had cracked ribs. Because it was an accident, the ambulance took them back to Leaksville. This was the same night Clyde and Raymond were supposed to leave for training in Norfolk. Raymond went to see his father at the railroad where he worked. He asked for the car keys and Raymond had to tell him he had wrecked the car. With no car, Clyde and Raymond left on a bus for Norfolk to be inducted.
Later they were sworn in at Norfolk Navy Yard and given a steak dinner. The next day they rode a rain to Yamoss, SC to Parris Island. They were in something like a cattle car. As they drove into the main gate and towards the barracks building, there were trainees all around them yelling telling them they were going to be sorry. Dad’s group asked if they were to which they replied, yes…they were sorry.
They were greeted by a bulldog-looking Sergeant who had something insulting to say to each of them. Clyde had his trousers rolled up. The Sergeant asked him, “Where you come from?” “NC.” “Is it raining up there.” “No.” “Then turn those damn cuffs down!” They then lined up at the barber shop and in less than a minute, with a razor to their head, the barber spun the chair around and their hair disappeared.
They started out with basic training. DI Carpenter took about 3 months to turn them into Marines. They lined up in Quonset huts near a rifle range. Marched. Drilled with a rifle and other weapons. Marched. Trained on the firing range. Marched. They also had to run in the sand at the beach and the sand flies nearly ate them alive. On the firing range they had to shoot at bulls eye targets from difficult positions, like laying down, sitting on one foot, from a prone position, kneeling. The first day when they fired a rifle, they had 4 shots at 200-500 yards. The bulls eye was no bigger than a tv screen. Every day they had to disassemble their rifle. Clyde did really well on the shooting range because his daddy had taught him to shoot at targets on the branch near their home in Leaksville.
On the first day of firing they fired a full course (68 rounds) at the bulls eye. If they got a red flat (called “Maggie’s drawers”) that meant they had missed the whole thing. That was a practice day. The next day they shot for real for the record and Clyde’s score was 316 (340 was perfect). He got a bulls eye almost every single time! Once, out of 16 shots, he had all bulls eyes. The Marines kept him as a shooting coach on the range. Clyde coached about 6-8 months. Every time they put up a notice for other assignments, he kept putting his name on the list. He thought he was missing something, but it was really a cinch. No guard duty. No work assignments. Off every afternoon. The barracks that housed the coaches was quite large. Every Saturday at noon he was off until Monday 7:00a.m. He had a lot of freedom and went all over the place on his off time. But, the Marines finally took him up on his request for another assignment. He’d live to regret that.
He was sent back to Norfolk to the Navy Yard and the hard stuff began. Here he had sea school for training to be aboard a ship. His platoon was only going to the Pacific Theater. Every Marine is a “rifleman”, but to be stationed on a ship, each had to know about the ships. 50 Marines stationed on each ship. Marines felt the Navy sailors were lax and undisciplined. The Marines served as the Captain’s orderly, did burial duty, and were stationed mid-ship to one of 7 gun positions. There wasn’t much fraternity between the Sailors and the Marines. There wasn’t any friction, they just didn’t hang around with each other. Clyde said, “I always felt that our 50 Marines (40 sailors and 10 Marines) did more formal work. Marines were the ones assigned to gang planks, guarding the ship, etc.” The 2nd division wore a braid from a French WWI design. Dress blues were never issued during war time. You had to borrow one if you wanted to wear it to something.
The USS Bataan was the name of the aircraft carrier and the Captain wouldn’t allow any problems. He ran a tight ship. The Bataan, a 600’ foot ship, was built and commissioned in Philadelphia. They had a shakedown cruise from Philly to Trinidad. They ran exercises flying planes on and off the ship. When ready, they left Philly through the Panama Canal. The ship was supposed to have gone to San Francisco, but the ship which was supposed to carry the troops had been banged up on the locks, so the Bataan picked up Marines from San Diego and carried them to Honolulu. They were there for only a short time to get supplies and pick up some planes and then they were off to the Marshall Islands to join Task Force 58. They cruised southwest with battleships, and other ships from the fleet. An aircraft carrier is dependent on battleships and cruisers. They are placed inside the rest of the fleet for protection. They stopped at the Equator to have an initiation ceremony then to the invasion of New Guinia – Weatac. While there they supported the Army for a 7 day invasion. They bombed to harass, then they went to the Mariannas, to Siapan, Guam, then chased the Japanese fleet.
The 1st Battalion of Eastern Philippines was Clyde’s first time to man guns on the Bataan. Their fleet shot down about 600 Jap planes. Clyde was on a 40 millimeter gun crew as a loader, passing shells to the gunner. He didn’t care for the sights on the gun which was a gyroscope. An image was imposed and each ring was a certain distance. Every 4th shell was a tracer to help know where you were hitting in relationship to the target.
At 1st Battle of Eastern Philippines the Japanese launched planes from a distance that too far for them to get back from. So the Bataan launched planes to meet the Japanese and some to wait for them at the islands where they hoped to land. Clyde hardly ever got off the ship. On Saipan it was mountainous and there were lots of caves. They couldn’t wander too far because the Japs were hiding in the caves.
They were in a big storm at sea and the pounding waves threw things out of adjustment. It changed the elevation for the planes as well as other damage. The ship had to return to Pearl Harbor for repairs. The USS North Carolina escorted them to Pearl. The repairs could not be done at Pearl Harbor so they had to go to San Francisco, Hunter’s Point, in San Francisco Bay. While on R&R in the Bay, Clyde’s cousin, Gene’s ship was there too. He got permission to go visit Gene and they had dinner and went to a boxing match. Another R&R cruiser game in and it had Raymond on it so Clyde got to reunite with his friend from Leaksville who he had signed up with.
Once back in Pearl, Clyde was transferred to 2nd Division and shipped out of Pearl on a troop ship. It wasn’t very comfortable as the bunks were so close together you could only get in by sliding in. And it was very HOT!
The 2nd Division was stationed in Saipan. They went out on patrols of 39 men just looking for Japanese. While on these patrols, Clyde carried a Browning Automatic Rifle. They ran into Japanese at different times who seemed anxious to stay unknown. It was thought that they probably were getting their supplies from what the Marines were throwing away. Just off the roads there were cane fields that were 6 feet high but they never ran into any troops face to face. The Lieutenant kept them patrolling and Clyde never shot his gun the whole time they were there. Any of the Marines who rambled into caves were killed. Otherwise, they didn’t run into any trouble.
On the southern end of Saipan was a landing strip for B29’s. They also had one in Tinian and Guam. The Navy maintained a training area on Tinian, the island 80 miles north of Guam, used to launch the two atom bombs that ended World War II. Tinian became an important operational base for the rest of the Pacific war. It had four airfields for the B-29 bombers.
In February 1945 there was a battle at Iwo Jima. Clyde was spared again when plans were changed last minute and they weren’t needed so they unloaded. They had broken camp, packed the tents, and ready to load up when they were secured and put the tents back up.
On April 1945 Roosevelt died which shocked the nation. Clyde’s Division was on their way to Okinawa for the invasion when they got the news. From the information that was being given to the Marines “it sounded like Hell with all enemies then – dangerous conditions.” Self-protection was more in Clyde’s mind. Any “gung-ho-ism” had gone out the window by this time.
In the Fall of 1945 the 2nd Division then went to Okinawa for the invasion of Japan from landing crafts. They were to be support for the 10th Army who made the invasion. They had island “hopscotched’ taking islands as they went and they were now close enough to invade Japan in what was to be called “Operation Downfall”. They went from the southwest side of Okinawa and the Marines were on the southeast side. There were ships around them. They were attacking from the bluff side. The main attack was by Army on the southwest side. The attack never happened. The operation was cancelled when Japan surrendered after the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and the Soviet Union's declaration of war against Japan.
At 10:30 pm one night one of the guys had a short wave radio and heard of the atomic bomb. By this time they had gone to Saipan after there was no landing in Okinawa for the invasion on Japan. This was a near miss for the Clyde and the other troops that would have been involved. Truman had been advised by Gen. Marshall that casualties could be around 41,000 in the first 30 days. Nearly 500,000 Purple Heart medals were manufactured in anticipation of the casualties resulting from the invasion of Japan. To the present date, all the American military casualties of the sixty years following the end of World War II—including the Korean and Vietnam Wars—have not exceeded that number.
When they heard about the bomb, it was already understood they would be in an invasion of the southernmost main Japanese island, Kyūshū. When relaying this story many years later, Clyde said it scared him in retrospect about how close they came to this invasion in which he stood a good chance of being killed. They had no sense of danger from the A-bomb residue when they became the first occupation troops to land in Nagasaki after the bomb after Japan surrendered on August 14, 1945,
The center of Urakami, 4 miles north of Nagasaki, looking NE from Nagasaki. This is what the A-bomb left.
The wise decision to send the ships from the Okinawa area back to their original location paid off in a different way than planned. Instead of using the ships and troops for Operation Downfall to invade Japan’s mainland, many were used in the occupational duties of Japan after it had been ravaged by the Atomic bombs. The main body of occupation troops entered Nagasaki about 45 days after the bombing. In each city, a group of American scientists from the Manhattan Engineer District arrived three days before these troops and performed a radiological survey. In Nagasaki , the 2nd Marine Division, which included the 2nd, 6th, and 8th Regimental Combat Teams (RCTs) and an Artillery Group composed principally of the 10th Marine Regiment. Other units of the 2nd Marine Division involved were a Headquarters Battalion, Service Troops, an Engineer Group, a Tank Battalion, an Observation Squadron and some smaller organizations. Clyde was in 2nd Division, 20,000 Marines.
There was some concern when they went into the harbor in landing craft in Nagasaki Mitsubishi Ship Yards. Part of Nagasaki in the south remained intact. The bomb went off in the northern part of the city close to ground. This actually saved the southern part of the city. Without thought of danger, they went right into the area where the bomb had gone off. Clyde was there until the first of December 1945. They lived in a shipyard worker’s building until they were sent home. Clyde reported that a typical day in Nagasaki was spent patrolling.
The troops went by train from Nagasaki to Sasebo which took several hours. From there they left aboard a ship on December 5, 1945, landing in San Diego on December 20. They sailed the Japanese Current. They arrived back at Camp Pendleton at 9-10:00pm. The camp was almost apologetic about not having china for them to eat on. They left Camp Pendleton after the 1st of the year and were taken to Los Angeles to a train station. Clyde had all his possessions in a sea bag. At the train station all the sea bags were loaded stacked on top of each other. He never saw it again. He got home with a rifle, a Japanese sword and a ruptured duck (a pin signifying discharge). He was brought by train to Camp Lajeune in NC and discharged there. He took a bus back Leaksville to no great fanfare. He had been gone a little over 3 years - - he said, “Long enough!”
He went away really just a child, 17 years old, had barely been out of his hometown. He came back a man. The war have him a way out of the small town and the unwelcome destiny looming. The GI Bill bought him an education. The war changed his life and gave him a better future.
I make no claims for originality of thought but simply dream and muse aloud. Ideas about life as it is in all its richness, tragedy and mundanity. A simple philosopher with a female perspective, this will be my experimental cook pot to stir together all the things I have read, heard, seen, lived, or things that just caught my attention and that I'm thinking about. I'm a creative; painting and writing are my groove and my therapy. I make money doing both which is cool since I love both. Enjoy!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
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Friday, May 26, 2006
Elisa Muench (Carlson)
The first young woman I made friends with during the four years at PHC was Elisa. She was interning in the White House for Laura Bush at the time and dating (off and on) the man who would become her husband, Class President, Aaron Carlson. I truly valued our friendship.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Love Sonnet to My Mom
Cheryl Banks and mom in Martha's Vineyard.
In 2006 Sean paid for an all-expenses trip for me and my mom, including airfare and a week in a beautiful bed and breakfast. It was the first time I'd had my mom all to myself and we made so many wonderful memories in this gorgeous location. We were there over July 4th. I wrote this poem for my mom in 2016 for Mother's Day.
Love Sonnet to My Mom (Mother's Day 2016)
A love sonnet to her whose heart is my heart's quiet home.
To my first love - my mother, on whose knee I sat
And gazing into her soft brown eyes
Curled fat baby fingers around her own
And learned love.
Your service to your family has been your special dignity.
You have been my guiding star as I come and go.
You are true north on the compass of my life.
When struggles come in this mortal life and tears flow
It is your prayers that make me whole.
And so, because you love me, and because I feel the same
I have woven this wreath of rhyme
To crown your honored name.
In 2006 Sean paid for an all-expenses trip for me and my mom, including airfare and a week in a beautiful bed and breakfast. It was the first time I'd had my mom all to myself and we made so many wonderful memories in this gorgeous location. We were there over July 4th. I wrote this poem for my mom in 2016 for Mother's Day.
Love Sonnet to My Mom (Mother's Day 2016)
A love sonnet to her whose heart is my heart's quiet home.
To my first love - my mother, on whose knee I sat
And gazing into her soft brown eyes
Curled fat baby fingers around her own
And learned love.
Your service to your family has been your special dignity.
You have been my guiding star as I come and go.
You are true north on the compass of my life.
When struggles come in this mortal life and tears flow
It is your prayers that make me whole.
And so, because you love me, and because I feel the same
I have woven this wreath of rhyme
To crown your honored name.
Friday, July 8, 2005
Time Traveling With Daddy
Taken
from notes I took on a warm, beautiful July day talking with my dad in his
backyard.
It's July 8, 2005. I bought daddy a free-standing hammock and put it under the dogwood tree in his backyard. He wanted to be outside and the most pain-free way for him was to be able to lie down. As he looked up through the filigree of tree branches which shielded him from the sun on this early July morning, I pulled up a chair to sit next to him. I felt it - this was going to be a special day with my dad. I had a notebook and pen in hand because I wanted to document wherever his thoughts wanted to take a stroll. I wanted to hear - - everything! I wanted to capture the oral history of the first man in my life.
It's July 8, 2005. I bought daddy a free-standing hammock and put it under the dogwood tree in his backyard. He wanted to be outside and the most pain-free way for him was to be able to lie down. As he looked up through the filigree of tree branches which shielded him from the sun on this early July morning, I pulled up a chair to sit next to him. I felt it - this was going to be a special day with my dad. I had a notebook and pen in hand because I wanted to document wherever his thoughts wanted to take a stroll. I wanted to hear - - everything! I wanted to capture the oral history of the first man in my life.
Daddy started talking about when he was a young boy in Leaksville, NC. Leaksville is in Rockingham County, the county from which all my father's ancestors came from. There were three towns much alike in culture and industry: Leaksville, Spray, and Draper. Leaksville was the oldest of the triplets, in fact it was the oldest town in the county. Colonel William Byrd was given a grant of twenty-thousand acres when he led a commission to establish the dividing line between Virginia and North Carolina. He said it was the most beautiful area he had ever seen and he called it "The Land of Eden." In 1967 the three unincorporated towns incorporated into one city called Eden.
Daddy told me he loved going on Saturday afternoons to see the black and white spaghetti westerns at The Grand. They usually were Tom Mix westerns. Tom, "the King of Cowboys" and his intelligent horse Tony always "saved the day," and when the picture was over daddy would run home and recount the entire story to his mom and dad. He said they hated when he did that but would tolerantly listen. Daddy said he loved going to the movies and whatever the music was, people came out of the movie house humming and singing. Most times the movie reel broke so you'd just sit in the dark waiting for it to start up again! Daddy good friend, Tommy Smith, sold popcorn in the lobby. He always managed to give daddy popcorn that was only half popped. If he happened to take a girl to the movies he's get cherry smash (coke and cherry syrup) and they'd share a bag of half-popped corn.
Back then, he explained, we had ice wagons that came by. You'd chip off whatever you needed for your icebox. As the ice melted it ran through a hole cut in the bottom into the basement. Another inconvenience was no running water. There was a pump out back and everyone drank from a common dipper which hung from a hook. Of course we had an outhouse too.
Two times a year a hog was killed and they would make bacon and sausage and hams, sharing with the neighbors. When those neighbors slaughtered their hog, they would do the same. Those were simple times, simpler than today for sure. If some of us kids wanted to play ball we'd get string from the mill and make a ball with it, then use a limb from a tree as a bat. One time, daddy said, Buck threw the ball and my glove finger got bent back and the ball hit my nose and broke it. I had to walk across town with to the doctor's with my nose bleeding. Another time Buck and I were jumping on the bed and we broke the bed! Buck tried to convince me to let him use a blowtorch to try and fix it but I was afraid he'd burn my house down. He gave me $5 to tell my mom and dad I did it. I'd do anything for money!
Back then Henderson was a mean town. Aunt Lola, my father's sister, lived there. Buck's dad was stabbed to death on the street one night for no good reason. Lola was a good person. She drove around a lot. She killed a kid one time that ran out in the street from between two cars. Lola never drove after that.
Daddy talked fondly of the Leaksville Boys Club
(YMCA) which became like his second home. The club was on Harris Street, the
same street as his family home. During the Depression, like so many other
families, the kids had to seek inexpensive entertainment and playing basketball
and baseball at the Boys Club provided good clean fun. The man who ran it
during the 1930's was Thomas Jefferson Carter. He became like a second
father to daddy. His own father drank too much at times and could be an angry
drunk. Grandpa had a hard life, but one typical of the time in history and the
place. He was a smoker and I remember an odd thing - his legs from the knee
down were entirely hairless, just smooth pale skin. I found out later it was
because when he fought in WWI their uniforms were wood britches and long wool
socks. He wore them so much that the hair on his legs never grew back. Grandpa
had only a third grade education, and went to work at the Marshall Fields Mill
(later Fieldcrest Mills) when he was 13 and had to stand on a stool to reach
his work area. He worked there until he retired at 65 as a mechanic. He never
owned or drove a car, but walked every weekend from his home to Washington
Street, the main drag, to hang out with his buddies drinking coffee and playing
checkers at the diner. He did that as long as he was alive.
Greystone
Rock Quarry is in Henderson and was one of our swimming holes. Buck and I would
go skinny dipping out there in that cold,clear water. I'd get him to hand me down my clothes which sometimes he didn't thinking himself very funny. His brother, Gene, was a nice guy. He was a radioman on the Langley aircraft carrier during WWII. Gene was a good baseball player.
I like poetry. When I was 12 years old I was cutting up in class so the teacher made me quote "Birches" by Robert Frost in front of the class. I graduated high school when I was just 16 then started working in the mill in Spring until I went to Portsmouth, VA because I wanted to be enlist. Raymond Shouhf and I walked over to the Marine recruitment headquarters one day. We had nothing better to do and we had been turned down by the Army Navy because of our vision. We were told that the Marines had just come out with a directive that if your vision could be corrected to 20/20 with glasses they would take you. So that's how I became a Marine at 17 years old. Something funny, if you look at my military ID picture you'll see my eyes are looking off to the side. That's because there was an office full of girls off to the side and I'm checking them out while having my picture taken!

Before going to basic training, one day we went driving in Raymond's dad's car with some girls to go shopping in Danville, VA. A spring came lose under the car and we went off the road and flipped over. Raymond's girl was thrown out and pinned under the car in a ditch. I took off running for help. While I was gone Raymond was able to lift the car up just enough with his back for her to get out. Fortunately she only had a broken rib.
I did my training in Paris Island. I got off every Saturday until Monday morning while there because they found out I was somewhat of a sharp shooter so they made me a coach. I also got extra pay, but I paid for it when I was deployed. When I got over to the Pacific they gave me a 16 pound Browning automatic to carry along with extra ammo. Some of the time a bigger fellow Marine in my platoon had pity on me and carried the Browning.
At the end of the war I ran into a nice Japanese soldier who was from Nagasaki. I have a picture of him. We exchanged weapons, my rifle for his sword. Our own little detente I guess. Sometime later after marriage and kids, Martha and I went to England. When we visited Branscombe, England I felt like I'd come home again. It was just like the mountains of North Carolina or Virginia. We loved sitting in the Mason Arms Pub and visited the local anglican church. In the sermon the pastor said, "If we can't get along with each other what do we have to say to the world?" What indeed?
There's a poem I memorized when I was younger. It was written by Robert Frost and called "Mending Wall." I think I agree with Frost -- "Something there is that doesn't love a wall." I think that day at the end of the war, the Japanese soldier and I tore down the wall for just a moment and became neighbors.
MENDING WALL
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to
little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But
here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.' I
could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I
see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
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