Back From The Living Dead by Bert Bank (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) ๐
We found out that the Japs meant this order. They took everything they desired from us when we started this march. They took all the clothing that they wanted for themselves, all watches, fountain pens, etc. During the noon hour every day they would give us 'about face' and march us for five or eight miles to the rear, between noon and 2 P.M. when it was terrificly hot.
Hundreds were killed by the guards or died from exhaustion.
The Japs were moving vast amounts of equipment south and installing guns along the beach preparatory to landing on Corregidor. During this march the Americans on Corregidor were firing at the Japs and we had many men who were injured from this shell- ing from our own lines.
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Back From The Living Dead
MAJOR BERT BANK
An original story describing tho infamous March
of Death; 33 months in a Japanese Prison
and liberation by the Rangers.
Major Bert Bank
THIS Booklet is humbly dedicated to my Mother
and Father, and to my many friends who were
interested in me, and whose prayers were responsible
for my deliverance from the ordeal described herein.
FOREWORD
He breezed through the office with a hearty laugh
and a healthy handshake as he bid us farewell when
going into service.
When he came back it was with the same sort of
welcome. โThe same old Bertโ we said and undoubtedly
these qualities helped him to survive the ordeal that
had come in the intervening time.
Bert was on his way to becoming a crackerjack
advertising solicitor at The Tuscaloosa News when
the war clouds gathered. He left us to go into service
in 1941 and he was called up from inactive status on
his reserve commission.
From the time he left us until he came back this
year, Bert went through a lot that many other men
did not survive. He was taken prisoner of the Japs on
Bataan, survived the Bataan March of Death and 33
months internment in a Jap prison camp. Now heโs
a patient at Valley Forge General Hospital where
Army doctors are attempting to restore his sight to
normal. The long, gruelling months on a meager diet
took its toll.
But Bert doesnโt complain. โThere are a lot of other
fellows less fortunate than I,โ he will tell you.
Many friends have asked him to tell of his experiences. During the course of bond tours and other
public appearances in the Armyโs behalf, Bert has
recounted these experiences. And so he thought he
would write them down for these friends. Thatโs the
reason for this booklet.
The story of his capture and internment are here
in Bertโs own words. He is the man identified as the
Captain Bert of Alabama in the late Lieutenant Colonel
Edward Dyessโ story โThe March of Death.โ Bert was
scheduled to make a break from the Jap prison camp
with Colonel Dyess but was sick at the time and could
not make it.
So this is the story of Major Bert Bank, a native
Tuscaloosan and graduate of the University of Alabama. Heโs one of the men who came back from the
โliving dead.โ
This is the original story, a part of which was
printed serially in the St. Louis Globe-Democrat
October 4 to 12, 1945.
Norman H. Bassett
Editor, The Tuscaloosa News
PART I Saved From Death by Daring U. S. Rangers,
Major Bank Relates Story of Sensational Raid
on Cabanatuan Prison
On January 30, 3945, 511 American, Dutch, British,
and civilian prisoners of war became free men again.
These starved and beaten men had been subjected to
three years of โhellโ at the hands of the Japanese.
The Americans were from Bataan and Corregidor,
while the British and Dutch prisoners were survivors
from a ship which had been bombed by American
planes off the coast of Luzon on September 21, 1944.
The Japanese had rescued the 60 survivors of a ship
carrying approximately 800 and brought them to our
camp at Cabanatuan. The civilians were interned at
the outbreak of the war, a few being brought to
Cabanatuan from Manila. There were several camps
in which there were only civilian prisoners.
Rangers and Guerrillas Make Daring Raid
On the night of January 30, 1945 (Jan. 29 in the
States) 100 men of the Sixth Army Ranger Infantry
Battalion, assisted by approximately 200 Filipino
Guerrillas, staged the most miraculous and sensational
rescue in our history. Coming 28 miles behind the Jap
lines they evacuated 511 hospitalized and weakened
prisoners of war. Their job was not completed when
they had killed every guard surrounding the camp, for
t was necessary for them to carry many who were
unable to walk on a jaunt which lasted from 7:30
oโclock that night until 10:00 the following morning.
At that time American trucks met us and carried us
to the American lines. We had no p re-know ledge of
this rescue at all, and when the firepower started
at 7:15 P.M. we all thought that the Japanese guards
had opened up on the prisoners, as we did not expect
them to turn us over to the Americans alive. Then, too,
just the previous day the Japs had come over and
asked our American CO. how many could walk if it
were necessary. This meant to us that they were getting ready to move us. We had also heard through
some of the Filipinos that the Japs had killed many
of the American prisoners of war. We were later told
how at Palawan the Japanese had set fire to 190
Americans and shot them.
Prisoners, Distrustful of Japs, Keep Under Cover
The Rangersโ fire power lasted approximately 13
minutes, during which time all the Americans were
lying flat on the ground. At the cessation of this
firing, which was the most terrific we had ever heard,
the rescuers ran into the compound screaming. โThe
Yanks are here, run for the main gate,โ but not one
of the American prisoners stirred. We whispered to
each other not to move, that it was a trap to get us
to run and then they, the Japs, would open up on us.
Of course, the Japs did not need an excuse to shoot
us, but they might consider this the mo3t convenient
way out.
Nevertheless, during this effort on the part of I h
Americans to get us to run, I crawled down a ditch
on my stomach, close to a man with a rifle, who was
still screaming. โRun for the main gate, the Yanks
are here.โ He was crying, โWhat the hell is the matter
with you people, donโt you want to be free?โ Well,
very reluctantly. I asked him if he was a Yank, to
which he replied, โIโm from Oklahoma.โ At that I
shouted, โThat is good enough for me,โ and ran like
hell for the main gate.
Guerrillas Blockade Road
The Rangers had come inside the camp to get us,
while the guerrillas accompanying them put a blockade
on the road. After we evacuated the camp, 500 Japs
with 12 tanks started after us and the guerrillas fought
a rear guard action as the Rangers were assisting the
prisoners. The tanks were destroyed and the Japs
that were not killed, fled.
Many Filipinos were outside the camp with carabao
carts to carry those who could not walk. The stronger
were aiding the weaker. A Ranger was helping me
through the darkness of the night, as my eyes are very
bad, and I was carrying a paralytic on my back. The
Filipinos in the barrios were waiting for us to come
through and they were all crying with joy and happiness. They were screaming โMabahuayโ which in
the Philippine language means good morning, hope
you are well, wonderful to see you or anything else
which may indicate a word of good cheer. They were
all crying and very happy as they had also been mistreated by the Japanese during the past three years.
The Rangers seemed as happy as the prisoners they
had freed. All during the night and the next morning
they run up and down the long columns inquiring if
anyone was from their home towns.
Hear of โBazookasโ and L.S.T.โa
We first received information about the new Army
equipment. After they had killed all the 150 Japs
guarding us and we had evacuated the camp, I asked
a Ranger what type of mortar I had heard during
the firing. He casually replied that it was a bazooka,
whereas I and a few others standing by asked โWhat
in the hell is our Army using now, Bob Burnsโ
Bazooka?โ The Ranger immediately realized that he
was talking to men who had been out of circulation
for three years and had no idea of any of the Armyโs
new equipment. He also began speaking of L.S.T.โs
and other amphibious equipment. We reminded him
again of our ignorance concerning modern equipment,
and he apologized and described to us some of the
equipment used in the landing on Luzon.
At our first stopping point at about midnight, we
were told by Lieutenant Colonel Mucchi, the commanding officer of the Rangers, that when we reached the
Rizal road, approximately 16 miles ahead, we would
be safe. Three days previously the Japs were in control of this road, so for 16 miles we were in danger
of being ambushed by the Japs. Fortunately the
Americans had driven the Japs back and had taken
control of the road during the three days interim. We
were all very tired and hungry the following morning
when, at 10 oโclock, we were met by American trucks
and soldiers who gave us cigarettes and toilet articles
and told us of the wonderful meal awaiting us at the
hospital at the 12th Battalion Replacement Center.
We were loaded on trucks and started for the hospital
in real American vehicles and not standing on each
other as we had done when we travelled with the
Japanese.
Sight of โOld Gloryโ Thrills All
A few minutes after we had started in the trucks,
we passed a barrio with a large American flag flying
in the air. Every American in those 40 or 50 trucks
stood at attention and saluted with large tears rolling
down their cheeks. We had been through lots and lots
and starved and taken beatings from the Japs and
had become very tough but the sight of this โOld
Gloryโ made us all realize that we were not really so
tough and that we were real Americans and still had
that emotionalism which most Americans possess.
During this ride in the trucks which lasted for about
two hours, the American soldiers who had received
word of our liberation were lined up along the road,
cheering us as we passed. When they saw our trucks
approaching they ran from their tents as far as 600
to 800 yards to yell a word of cheer to us. And they
were all wonderful, and to 511 Americans it was a
great satisfaction to see such a demonstration. It was
also gratifying to see the large amount of supplies
and equipment that our Army now has. On Bataan and
Corregidor we had seen nothing like this, and during
our imprisonment the Japs had told us that our Army
had been defeated and we had no Navy and other
similar lies. Of course we did not believe this, but
after all, three years in a Jap prison camp is a long
time.
Bread and Butter Favorite Food
We arrived at the hospital at about 12:30 P.M. and
we were given our first real food in three years. Food
such as bread, butter, meat, potatoes, milk, and other
items which we knew existed but had not seen. We
sat down to eat and everyone was reluctant to begin
because of the fine silverware on the table. We were
all afraid that we could not handle these knives and
forks, but someone made the first move and that was
all that was necessary. We all dove into
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