Monday, September 14, 2015

My Fifth Grade Teacher "Behind the Barbed Wire"

I am sure a lot of students have visions of having teachers locked up.  My 5th grade teacher was a POW during World War 2 and  I recently got my hands on a book he wrote of his experiences.  In my blog are a number of stories of my year with Mr. Biggs at Bradley Creek Elementary School.  A good place to start reading about them is a post I made shortly after his death. To read this post, click here.

The cover photo is of the author
He's dressed in his cold weather uniform
Chester M. Biggs, Behind the Barbed Wire (1995, Jefferson, NC:  McFarland & Co, 2011), 224 pages, some photos and maps.

On the morning of December 8, 1941, the Marine guards at the American consulates in Peiping (Beijing) and Tientsin, China woke up behind enemy lines.  Overnight (on the other side of the International Date Line), the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor.  The Japanese had invaded China several years earlier and the American consulates were now inside territory held by the Japanese army.  Although it was a tense situation in the Far East and war was not out of the question, the marines were caught unaware.  They were in the process of packing up and were days away from being withdrawn from China (many of the military members and diplomats of other nations such as Britain had already been withdrawn).   As the war began, the ship sailing to North China to pick up the Marines turned south and those left behind were prisoners of war.  They would spend the entire war as POWs.  One of these Marines, PFC Chester Biggs, the author of this book, was also my fifth grade teacher.  Mr. Biggs would spend 20 years in the Marine Corp (1939-1959).  The latter half of his life he spent in education.  Mr. Biggs died a few years ago, but from what I learned about him, until his death, he would spend time teaching and answering questions for each of the Special Forces POW classes taught at Fort Bragg.  He died in December 2011 at the age of 90.

The book begins by describing the events of December 8, 1941.  Only hours before the Marines awoke, Japan had attacked Pearl Harbor.  The Marines had no idea what was happening or that the day meant war as the Japanese surrounded the compound, disarming the sentries, and forcing their surrender.  Biggs, a young man of 20, finds himself as a POW.  The next two chapters, Biggs described life in Peiping before the war.  China had been at war with Japan for years and the area of the consulate had been securely controlled by the Japanese.  The situation in the countryside, where there were Chinese guerrillas fighting the Japanese, was tense and movement by American personnel there was limited. However, inside the city, where there was quite large contingent of foreigners, life continued as normal.  Peiping, at least in the international section, was a cosmopolitan city with Europeans, Russians and Americans living there.  During this time, there were fancy parties and even premiers for movies such as “Gone with the Wind.”  There were some tension with Japanese soldiers, but with the exception of a few incidents, it appears much was done on both sides remain calm.  After the one incident, US military personnel were restricted to a few clubs near the compound. 

At first, after the surrender, the main change that the Marines noticed was a loss of freedom of movement, the loss of their Chinese workers (they had Chinese laborers that did many of their task from laundry to manicures) and a reduction in food.  Even though they were confined to the compound, one Marine who had girlfriend in the city slipped out and then came back undetected.   The NCOs tried to impress upon the Marines of the serious of such actions, but two others slipped out and were caught.  Although the Japanese had said anyone caught attempting to escape would be shot, they were not.   As Biggs noted, the Japanese could and would be brutal, but their behavior wasn’t always consistent.  Although they were often brutal, at times they surprised everyone.  At the end of January 1942, the Marines in Peiping were transferred to Tientsin and were later transferred to a POW camp near Shanghai.  Before the transfer, the Japanese allowed a Marine from Tientsin requested to marry his English fiancĂ© before they were moved to Shanghai.  His request was granted. During Christmas 1942, the Japanese allowed an American restaurateur who ran a famous establishment in the city to prepare a Christmas dinner for the POWs.  But this was the last great meal they enjoyed for before the next Christmas, all expats in the city including this man were confined into concentration camps by the Japanese.

At first the Marines who had been on diplomatic duty were hopeful they would be exchanged and freed.  The diplomats in China were exchanged six months into the war.  Such hope began to wane as they were placed into a POW camp in Shanghai that included Marines and civilian contractors from Wake Island and British sailors on a ship captured in a Chinese port at the beginning of the war among others.  Interestingly, in 1943, they were joined by Italian Marines stationed in China.  They had been left along as they were part of the Axis, but once Italy surrendered and then declared war on Germany, members of the Italian military in China found themselves as POWs and bunking with Americans and British POWs.   In the Shanghai area, the Marines were held in two different camps.  They were worked hard and the Japanese capturers could be incredible brutal.  The POWs did what they could to keep their spirits up and Biggs tells many incredible and sometimes humorous stories of survival and endurance.  There was even a radio which provided a little news of the war (which was spread via rumor for no one was to know about the radio).

In 1945, the POWs were locked into rail cars and shipped north and then down through Korea.  The travel was hard.  In Pusan, they were placed on a ship bound for southern Japan.  Once on Japanese soil, they were shipped by train north.  Although they could see only a little (the Japanese had covered the windows) they were able to see the devastation done to Japanese cities from American bombing as they moved north.  They knew the war couldn’t last much longer.  The Marines were taken to Hokkaido, where they were put working inside coal mines.  This was brutal work and from the book I have the sense it was the worse of Biggs entire imprisonment.  The Americans were split up and sent to smaller camps where they worked in teams with a Korean miner underground.  After the Japanese surrender, the POWs stayed at the camp as American planes dropped supplies.  It was well into September that Biggs had his first airplane flight in his life as he was being moved from Hokkaido to Yokohama.  However, bad weather forced the plane to turn back.  He would later take a ship south and then on to Guam where the POWs were seen by doctors and navy intelligence officers who record their experiences.    From Guam, they were flown across the Pacific, with stops for hospital visits at Honolulu (to be checked for infectious diseases and parasites) and then on to a hospital in San Francisco. 


Mr. Biggs was 18 when he left his home in Oklahoma for the Marine Corps training base in San Diego.  He was 24 when he returned home on an extended leave after having been a POW for over 3 ½ years.  I found this book to be well written and to give great detail of everyday life in a POW camp.  I wish I had read it while Mr. Biggs was still alive. 

Friday, September 11, 2015

About Last Night...


Last night I attended a party held for Pittsburgh fans at a local club as the NFL season kicked off.  I prefer baseball, but the party sounded fun so I decided to go.   And it was great (until the second quarter).  The planners of the event had all the ingredients for Primanti Brother's sandwiches (they even had the bread flown in).  Primanti sandwiches are known for their fries that are within the sandwich.  When I lived in Pittsburgh, it was a place to go in the strip district (which wasn’t you might think for as far as I saw, everyone kept their clothes on.  It was the market district in the city.  Additional food stuff included pierogis, fried baloney, Polish sausage, stromboli, along with Iron City and Rolling Rock beer.  There was even a “Stiller” cake.  For those of you who don’t know Pittsburgh, it does have its own language.  Sadly, the Steelers loss to the New England Patriots.  Like everything with New England, there was controversies.   One of the two Steeler games I attended when I lived in Pittsburgh was against New England.  It was December 1989, the last game of the season.  It was freezing cold with a high winds blowing off the river, but it was a great day as the Steelers crushed the Patriots by three touchdowns.  

I have been amazed at the number of Steeler fans that you find around the country.  It seems most every city I visit have a bar with Pittsburgh memorabilia and when the Steeler’s play there are special parties.  Even a bar on Whiskey Creek, just two miles from where I grew up, is a Steeler hangout!  It seems that the Pittsburgh diaspora, much of which occurred in the 70s and 80s, sending large numbers of Pittsburghers into other parts of the country.   Pittsburgh is a friendly city and those who have lived there generally leave a piece of their hearts in the city and through the Steelers (along with the Pirates and Penguins) find common friends in faraway places.   Last night, I was with 100 new friends (I only knew a couple of them beforehand).  

I also won one of the door prizes, a biography of Jack Lambert by Jim O'Brien, (Lambert: The Man in the Middle... and other Outstanding Linebackers) one of tough linebackers for the Steeler's in the 70s.

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

A Walk in the Woods

A Walk in the Woods  (2015, 1 hour and 44 minutes)

With the storms we've been having, I decided to go to the movies on Labor Day.  Even though I haven’t heard too many good things about it, I decided on “A Walk in the Woods.”  After all, I’ve hiked the trail and read and laughed through the book.  Although I enjoyed the book, I always thought it was a shame that I received 200 bucks for an article about my experiences of hiking 2000 plus miles and Bill Bryson sold a ton of books for having only hiked a little over 800 miles of the trail.  But he’s a talented writer who can make most any mundane thing funny.  In the book and in the movie, Bryson decides to hike the trail after moving back to the United States from Great Britain.  In the book, if I remember correctly, he and his English wife decides to move back in other to allow their children a chance to experience both countries.  Bryson was in his 40s at the time.  In the movie, a much older Bryson (played by Redford at 79) has older children and grandchildren.  In both the book and the movie, he has a hard time finding a hiking partner.  In the movie, he calls a former acquaintance whom he discovers is dead.  His wife reminded him that his wife had shared that news in their Christmas card, which allows Redford the line that went something like: “I guess that’s why she seem miffed when I called him.”  Much of the humor in the movie were similar one-liners.

Sage on the trail
Bryson finds a partner in Katz (played by Nick Notle), whom he had traveled in Europe after high school.  He hadn’t seen Katz since and when he gets off the plane, Bryson can’t believe his eyes.  Katz is not only out-of-shape, but looks half-dead.  Katz is a gloomy but likeable character who tells Bryson's family some less than favorable stories about their dad, implying that he picked up a STD while they were traveling in Europe.  There is a sad scene while Katz is staying at Bryson’s home before they begin the hike.  Alone, Katz reviews all the various certificates and awards that his friend has received in his life.  It's evidence of a life-well lived, which stands in contrast to Katz's life of booze and drugs and women.  Later, on the trail, Katz seems surprised the Bryson has been faithfully married for forty years and then jokes that he’s been with more married women than Bryson.

On the trail, which seems like a freeway, the two of them are constantly passed by younger hikers who all seem in shape (and way too clean to be backpacking).  And then there is Mary Ellen, a bubbly woman who has an answer for everything and drives the two of them crazy.  I remember such characters on the trail and ways we tried to dump them by either hiking fast or taking a short day and allowing them to get ahead.  There were also the “gear Nazis” who scrutinized packs, boots and other equipment.   Bryson and Katz experiences a snow storm but no other inclement weather (they hiked the whole time with long pants and flannel shirts, which even in the month of May would have been too much clothing on most days for even then it can get hot in the Southern Appalachians).  There were no rain and thunder (and no sweating on hot days).  I remember hiking in thunderstorms and, when with other hikers, we'd spread out so that if one of us was struck, the other could to attempt to resuscitate.   It would have been nice to have had a thunderstorm on the screen, for about half way through the movie, I could hear the rumble of thunder from outside and for a few minutes the rain poured down so loud so that I heard it inside the theater.  I was reminded I was better off at the movies than on the water.

Sage on Mt. Katahdin
at the end of the trail...
The movie is rated R which is mostly for language which the two of them use frequently as a way to express frustration at their troubles.  The one bear scene was weird (there were many more bear stories in the book).   The movie picked up some of the hikers routines such as relieving oneself in the woods (which the book dealt with, too) and doing laundry in town (yes, I have done laundry wearing only rain gear).  At the laundromat, Katz encounters a flirty and very over-weight married woman, which necessitates the two of them slipping out of town before an angry husband kills Katz.  As Katz asks Bryson, “What is the chance that the only two people in the world who would go to bed with that woman be in the same town at the same time?” 

Although Katz is seen as a womanizer (a trait that seems to be in conflict with his looks), we learn that he has given up alcohol.  He admits how much he enjoys drinking (the smell, the taste, how it makes you feel) but that he knows if he takes a drink, it will be all over.  After a rough life, he is now living alone eating TV dinners.

The movie ends with the two of them deciding to give up their quest and go back home.  They realize they don’t have to walk the entire trail for they have nothing to prove to anyone.   I agree with most of the critics that the movie doesn’t do justice to Bill Bryson’s book.  However, there is a value in the movie version.  We see the rewards of Bryson’s faithfulness and well-lived life.  Also, even though we understand that Katz’s wasted much of his life, we can cheer him on that he’s finally gotten it somewhat together (at least the alcohol, he still can't help hitting on any woman who happens by).   The two help each other (Bryson, at one point, decides not to have a drink in front of Katz as not to tempt him).  The two lives create a classic “morality-play” showing the value of virtue. 

I’ve written a lot about my experiences on the Appalachian Trail in this blog.  To get started in reading my experiences, click here.

Monday, September 07, 2015

Rainy Labor Day weekend adventures

Paddling back toward Tybee Island
Rain and storms continue here along the Southeastern seaboard and have played havoc with my plans to enjoy the long Labor Day weekend.  On Friday, which I took off, I planned to paddle around Little Tybee Island, but after paddling about a 1/3 of the way around it, the rumbling began.  Clouds were building in the west and the rumble was becoming louder, so I turned around and paddled back to Tybee Island and my car.  The storm ended up staying inland and although I saw a few bolts of lightning, they were all well to the west.  Driving back home, I got to drive through the storm.  Below are a few photos from this trip: 
My boat on Little Tybee

Marsh seen on Little Tybee

The building storm (to left)

Beach erosion around north end of Little Tybee

Building storm as I paddle back across the channel

The lead boat after the second race
Photo inspired by a Winslow Homer painting
Yesterday afternoon, we decided to see if we could get a couple of short races in before a series of storms moved into the area.   Joe, Duane and I sailed well despite the mishap on the first race.  The wind was shifty and instead of crossing at close-haul, we were on a reach.  If this had been a competitive race, we would have protested as we were closed out at the starting gate by a windward boat who did not give us room (if there is an overlap, they are required to give room).  At the last minute, we had to back off and not only did we hit the pin but because of a strong tide that was pulling the pin from its anchor, our rudder became tangled in the anchor line.  We pulled the rudder off the back of the boat and freed the line.  That was the easy part.  It took Joe and I a good five minutes to reattach the tiller as the water was really choppy, combined with strong shifty winds and a heavy tide.  I am not sure why we didn’t secure the boom.  The boat, without the rudder, continued going in circles (we did several 360s in trying to get the rudder reattached).  Once it was reattached, I stood up just as the boat jibed and was pounded by the boom which hit me beside the head.  I had a headache the rest of the day.  The good news is that even though we were well behind once we were underway, we caught up with the rest of the boats at the leeward mark after a flawless spinnaker run.  In the second race, we easily took second as a series of squalls moved through with pounding rain.  Those on the committee boat decided that was enough and we all headed in, soaking wet.   I wouldn’t have been any wetter if that boom had knocked me out of the boat. 

A kayak trailer?
Two guys heading out for a weekend camping/fishing trip on Little Tybee


Now it’s Labor Day and the rumble of thunder has been heard since early this morning.  I think I’ll spend the day resting, reading some, and maybe taking in a movie or watching some tennis.  I don’t think I’ll try to go back out on the water…

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Tietam Cane

Lance Levens, Tietam Cane (Tucson, AZ: Fireshippress, 2014), 265 pages

At first, I disliked Tietam Cane.  The precocious twelve year old, while obviously bright, was a racist and bigoted.  He even had plans to kill the one Yankee he knew in school.  And, as a reader, you had the sense that Tietam would have carried out the deed if he had the opportunity.  Thankfully he didn’t.  However, as I read further and learned more about his upbringing, I couldn’t help but to feel sorry for him and even began to like him.  The burdens of the past laid heavily on Tietam, who nickname derived from the most vicious battle of the Civil War, Antietam.  The boy grew up without parents (who had run away to New York to be “Beatniks”), raised by his grandparents.  His grandfather was so into the Civil War that he still heard the voices of dying Confederate soldiers.  It was a heavy burden for a man to carry through life.  His father had, as a young teenager, attempted to shoot the Yankee commander of one of Sherman’s raiding parties after they had stolen the family’s food and valuable.  The Yankee commander had everyone in the family brought in at gunpoint and forced them to witness the cutting off of the boys right hand so he could no longer shoot.  The severed hand became a reminder of Yankee cruelty.  The father passed on his hate to his son and his son was not attempting to pass it on to his grandson.  Now, in 1963, Tietam is still living in the Civil War.  There are surprising twists in the last chapters of the book which allows the reader to experience an epiphany as we, like Tietam, learn that things are not as they appear.

                I was drawn to this book because I am a Southerner and although Tietam, the character, was six years older than me, some of what he experienced was my experiences.  Thankfully there are no severed hands stashed away in family basements (as far as I know), but I had a teacher in the late 60s tell about her grandfather trying hide their valuables and food from Sherman’s soldiers and being hanged for it.  His neck wasn’t broken and the as the soldiers rode away, his mother cut him down with a butcher knife and the man went through life with a terrible scar on his neck.  I don’t remember if it was the same class, but there was also a picture in a North Carolina history book that showed a late 19th Century Ku Klux Klan lynching in Moore County.  Having been born there, I looked at the photo with horror, wondering if I was related to any of those who had done such a despicable deed.   As one German philosopher taught, “The past weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living.”


                At the end of the book, the reader realizes that Tietam is going to be okay.  The weight of the past has been lifted.  I enjoyed this book.  It is a quick read and Levens is a gifted storyteller.   I learned about this book when Levens spoke to a writer’s group in Savannah.