I Was There
I can't remember the 1st time I saw this film "Wake Island". It was way, way back there. I loved William Bendix/Robert Preston. I was a fan of both from my early days. The movie was perfect! Marines battle superior forces (the Japanese) and fight to the last man. Almost the Alamo in the Pacific (although a few really did survive in the true story, and were taken prisoner of war.) This was the 1st war movie released after the attack on Pearl Harbor. I was a G.I. Joe. Don't know why but I played Army all the time. Not Cowboys good guys/bad guys, or Cops and Robbers, but War. My favorite place was the Army/Navy Surplus store. I bought web belt, canteen, mess Kit. My brother brought me a helmet lined from the real U.S, Army and I was off on my adventures. I was 7,8,9 years old. Fast forward 10 years (1966) I got my draft notice and I was in the Army for real. No "bang, bang you're dead. Get up, mom's got supper." This was real rockets, mortars, small arms fire! Damn! What had I gotten myself into??? Vietnam. We landed for refueling the last night of March, 1968. Lyndon Johnson wasn't gonna run or seek another tour as president. I don't even remover the president when I played war?? It was just one battle after another out in the woods, this was real. I stepped out of the plane down to the Tarmac. Waves crashing "there" and. "Over there" Wake Island was a tiny place. Humid, tropical, a taste of things to come in Vietnam. (It was HOT in Vietnam. Damn hot! Hot as the hinges of Hell!) there was a standing globe & serpent Marine memorial on Wake Iland. It was lit 24 hours a day. Very beautiful. The world, we'll never really understand it. What is life all about?? Why was I on Wake Island all those years ago?? If anyone figures it out, would you let met know?!? John