the morning of July 22 the Japs hit us early and my pal was crippled
so he was held back. When we move out to go in on them, they told
me to stay on back of the line. We never went anywhere until it took
Billington on the left and Pat Bullock on the right
12 1944 We saw our first combat on Driniumor River in New
Guinea jungle. Wade Lipscomb was first man killed on July
The night of July 15 William S. White from Florida was killed
in the hole with me and William B. Carter from Collins MS.
I got my helmet shot off my head but wasn't hurt all that
much. We lost a number of good men that night.
The moon was nice and bright but trouble never let up all
night. I have never been as scared. Myself and John Billington
from New Jersey took over the next morning. We were picked
We sure were lucky, we kept it from July 16 1944 and he
was killed June 2 1945. Me and John went in July 16 and
not knowing when, how or where. Only thing to do was go
Then they sent word down
the line for me to come on up. As I was going in they were coming
out with Robinson, shot in his shoulder, he said, "Pat if you
ain't lucky you won't live no time. They are waiting on you."
|I got in to head of
the line there was Brewer shot down in an open place. He said,
"Pat you will never get in there before they kill you.
They are waiting for you."
you will never get in there before they kill you. They are
waiting for you."
There it was, they got
4 of my pals in a short time. So there it was trouble again but
as luck was with me. When I got in there only 18 men left. All gone
So there I was, no chance
of crossing that open terrain and a small chance when I got in
there with them. Luck was with me, I got in there and got thru.
Then ask a man how he felt
taking a chance like that. God only knows, I can't answer that.
It ain't a good feeling on anyone I don't think. When you get out
there face to face with the Japs it doesn't look like a June rose
and a rabbit. Some would say I would do this or I would do that
or another. It is easy to say what you
is easy to say what you would do. You can't say what you would
do, after all maybe he never saw the front line.
| would do. You can't
say what you would do, after all maybe he never saw the front
I saw blue days and blue nights. All you could hear was (pygmy)?
and mole crickets. And that was a welcome happening. Blue days but
someone had to face them so we boys had it to do.
Fred Baker was shot 4 times in the head with a machine gun. Boy,
was it rough and tough in them jungles. Me and some one and I
can't think who, got him out where the boys could get him.
We were in the New Guinea
jungle. When we got back to Camp Shelby (Hattiesburg MS) Dec. 23
1945 he was there. He could not talk plain any more but he got by.
It was rough and tough in there. We lost a lot of good men there.
Some days were worse than others and no good days or nights.
put in on the Japs Marines(?), tougher and the best they had
and it wasn't a play house. We saw nights so dark you can't
see your hand before your eyes. Put muddy water in your ears
to cause a headache trying to stay awake.
3 They sent a 30 man patrol across the river to stay overnight
near a Jap hospital. We got about 3 miles up in the jungle,
me, Holes (?), Gattle (?) and John Billington in the lead.
First thing we knew, we walked into a hornets nest of Japs,
and lots of them. How many, no one knows. We fought our way
out all though we got 13 men wounded. All were able to walk
American soldier shoots in cave
Image courtesy Imperial War Museum
is where I saw a friend was much more (valuable) than
money. A friend is a friend even if it is on the front line. My
friend saved my life that day.
We got back to the river and crossed to our company
for the night. The next morning we all went in there and boy it
was rough and got rougher. We saw some sad days in there.
We got up on Niumen creek, there is a mountain near
the creek as in all that land. Trouble again and bad trouble.
good eye and saw him open his eyes. He never told the tale. Them Japs
had the nerve but it failed sometime to work. He was put there to
see how many of us there was and how to come back at us.
4th We went back up. It left me and John.
believe this is Howard D. Goolesby)
shot in his head (or could be hand).
We sat there until August 7th
and late in the afternoon we made a move to get on higher
ground. It is almost night and still raining. They left me
three more boys to bring up back of the line. The trail was
wet and muddy, you could hear the Japs walking in the mud
getting closer on us. It is us or them so we got it over.
The rest of the night was still and raining. When we reached
higher ground they told me I could get in a tree top and sleep.
I was crippled up and beat down and was I glad to get a little
sleep. That night Aug. 7 1944 how I know kill night before.(?).
August 8 As we moved out there was a Jap laying by the trail
as to be dead,
looking at us as we leave out but
as we move along
It is bad to try fighting your way through and hearing the wounded
and to see some of them give it up and go on to rest and be left by
the trail side which lots of our pals done.
in a low place and threw mud at them. They shot at him. When I saw
them, there was a machine gun and a bunch of rifles over on the other
bank. Sad days again but it is us or them.
we got out of there me and John come to a branch with high banks.
I kept him covered until he got across. He got in the branch
when they started shooting at him and I can't see them. He crawled
down the branch and got out on
crawled down the branch and got out on my side in a low place
and threw mud at them. They shot at him. When I saw them,
there was a machine gun and a bunch of rifles over on the
other bank. Sad days again but it is us or them.
move on our way. Before we got out, there was one Jap shooting
at us from a tree on the trail. We got the other boys to put a
helmet on a stick and move it across the trail. While he was watching
them I went one way and John went the other way. The first thing
the little man knowed we had our guns in his back. Before I got
to the tree I saw two more in a hole sleeping. I moved their guns.
We got the one from the tree and we got them. I can't see how
anyone lived to get out of there. He had a hole in the roots of
the tree shooting us through the hole.
my company I am in first platoon one day me and John was scouts
until noon and then it landed to 2nd
platoon for a scout in the afternoon. They put a boy from North
Mississippi to scout with me that afternoon and I saw that wasn't
my ole pal. We never went nowhere till his nerves were overloaded
and in a short time I heard him crying. I asked him what was wrong
and he wouldn't talk. Then I knowed what that meant. I saw it before.
I put him back with the bunch. I had rather be by myself for a man
is no good out there in that shape for it is suicidal any way when
you are a scared.
this one thing I say to be true I think and that is I had as good
a pal and as good a man and as good a scout for a man to work with.
He was John Billington from New Jersey. He was 28 years old and
weighed 128 pounds. He was little but he had the scouts eyes and
his skills and it paid off in there. This may look like he was my
only friend but that is not what I am talking about. I had lots
of good friends in there. But John Billington from New Jersey was
the only man to shake my hand and say I will die before I leave
"I will die before I leave you wounded."
if one is killed get out if you can so that is what we are to
do but I come out of the hospital the day he killed.
and John was out there a number of days and was looking to be
killed or wounded at any time. We saw lots of our friends go down
for they were called on. But for him that day come.
was wounded trying to take a pillbox. They got him out but as
they carried him along he asked for his cap to be put over his
eyes. They put it over them, that was all she wrote. On June 2nd
was an old country song about a soldier's girlfriend writing to
announce she was marrying someone else, the phrase 'that was all
she wrote' was part of the chorus. It became a term depicting
and 3 more boys was volunteered to go in the New Guinea jungle
help bringing out some of another outfits wounded men. We got
a man from Texas. He was almost dead he can't talk or move. We
come to a branch of cold water and stopped to rest. I said he
is a dead man but I am going to wash the blood and dirt off him
and I did. After we got in the East Indies I was at a USO show
and I was talking with some more boys. A man asked me if I ever
saw him before and I said no. He took his shirt off and asked
if I had ever saw them shrapnel scars before and I said no. He
asked me had I ever help bring out a dead man and wash the blood
and dirt off him. Yes I did. He said I the one you washed and
that cold water sure hope me and I thank you for washing my face
for it hope me a lot. He couldn't see, move nor talk but he knowed
my talk. It was the same man I know for after he said what he
did I knowed how he was shot.
was lots of men from close to home that I saw go down in there
and went on to rest but a dead man. In there was easy to see,
us or them.
point Uncle Pat left a few pages blank then started again. From
this point on they are out of New Guinea.
we left New Guinea we hit (I think this is Morotai)
in the East Indies. That is where I felt my first earthquake. It
wasn't a bad one but it shook the sand under your feet. I was on
some loose dirt and jumped off but every thing was shaking, even
shore so the 6 men hit the water and the Japs had barbed wire all
in under the water and any thing to catch your clothes. They told
me and John to go and the water was about 3 feet deep. Before we got
to the beach it was over our head and John couldn't swim. I dragged
him out to the beach.
?) weren't rough as the New Guinea jungles all through
we lost some good men. They sure put the (unreadable)
to us that weren't anything new to us boys, we heard them
more blank pages were skipped then started again. Now they
are entering the Philippines. What he seems to say about Morotai
and hearing some untrue stories below does not make a lot
of sense to me right now but I included it for further research
in the Philippines
is where we boys made a beachhead. I come in ruff and tuff
and tuff all the way through. That's where me and my buddies
heard some untrue stories. Which we heard them before. Which
it is a nerve raking job but some one had it to do.
had told me and John to stand by ready to go at any time but
they be a platoon of men of men going off ahead of us. It
was too good to be true. We were looking from there and it
But when the boat landed it failed to get to the beach. It
was about 75 yards
John Billington (fellow scout)
was a pillbox in our face with 4 Japs in it, trouble again. I
guess you are wondering how I could drag him but anything like
that are often times we playing such. (On the farm where
Uncle Pat was raised are two creeks and one possibly had places
where he, his brothers and others in the community would swim
and play in the creek. Okatoma River is only a few miles away
and had swim holes all along it. Most likely he had learned dragging
others around playing in the water as a kid.) He wasn't
more than a log in the water, he knew how to take it. There is
a lot in knowing how. Where we boys were at you had better know
how. (Another thing, John seemly had complete trust in Uncle
Pat and believed Uncle Pat himself would drown before he would
allow John to drown. Few of us know this trust of our fellow man.)
has been a lot of good men's nerves ruined in such which has told
on me. (Meaning it effected him) It wasn't every
man that would stand up at such. After that one pillbox was taken
and all got on the beach we felt better. We had the same chance
that they had. Us boys were up for some rough and sad days.
Pat Bullock on the Right Herbert Trigg on the Left
Billington was better known on the front line as Combat.
He is as good of a combat man as the US Army had I think.
I don't say he is the best but I say he is one of the best
combat men over there. How I know what he was doing, I was
with him and seeing what was going on. He was my right hand
man on the front line and a ? brother of mine.
and John was to die before we left one wounded but if one
was killed get out if you can. I think he meant that, just
what he said.
had an ole pal that was with him and told me all about how
he was wounded and how he died. A man in that shape and
hoping me good luck and come home alive. I will never forget
him. And that is just him.
I guess the trouble I have now may have saved
my life that day. Being crippled up is what had me in the
hospital when he was killed
we worked as one. In that rough and dangerous work. (I recall
Uncle Pat having trouble with arthritis, for a time he could hardly
get around and slept in a recliner. I assume that is the crippled
up he is referring to.)
I got out of the hospital the day he was killed knowing
I would go on the front line the next day. I got me and John some
stuff to eat and drink when I overtook him. I knew we lost 4 of
our men but not knowing who. The next day some of us went back up,
we were going to stay overnight at a field hospital and go on up
the next morning. We got to the hospital and met Lt. Black. He told
me, "we lost Combat." We stayed over at the hospital.
The next morning they sent me to my company. The next day I went
back into the hospital. When I got out the war was almost over.
I was gone that time 2 months before I got back to
my company. When I got back to my outfit that time I had a very
good time and very little to do. I think at times for a little rest
me and John had a slim chance from July 16, 44 until June 2, 45.
That is the day he was killed so the way it worked my and his combat
days were over.
came into my company at Camp Pickett VA. Me and him was a
close friend from then on. He was killed trying to take a
pillbox where L company had failed. He was wounded and they
got him out. As they carried him along he asked for his cap
to be put over his face. As they did, so that was all she
is my understanding Uncle Pat had lost it by the time he got
back to his company. After he got home he would have chills
and couldn't stand noise like shooting or fireworks. Being
Christmas someone set off some fireworks and he ran and got
under a bed. No man should ever have to suffer such especially
because wars are only the result of someone's ambition to
forcibly take power or material goods from someone else.
Pat Bullock with Rosilee Walters.
His sister's In-Law
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are afraid to face the danger as back in the old home town
make up some pitiful story so the draft board will turn you
never think of the other men that have to leave their home
think of their girlfriend that you will have while they are
just sit at home and read the newspaper, you smile and say
where did you get that we'll stuff? This war will be won by
what do you think draft dodger, this world would be
if all men were cowards and scared to fight like
supposed your face is red, America is not for your kind
hope you read this poem and remember every line
this you dirty bum, while I am away
better leave my girlfriend alone for I am coming back someday
this war is over, and all is very quite
guilty conscience will hurt you, when you doze at night
think of your comrades who are doing all they can
to make America seem like the "Good Old
all the world were like you, What would the people do?
would throw up their cowardly hands and let the Nazi thru
draft dodger make up your mind that you will join the brave
free and make beautiful America a nation to be praised
forces in New Guinea jungles of 1944
poem was written by two solders while in combat,
and under fire, sitting in a foxhole in the mud and it was
John Billington PFC Pat Harrison Bullock
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