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The Pacific Episode 5 (Patreon)

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2023-02-19 04:45:58
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2023-02-19 04:46:39
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Young Blood Priest

I’m glad you guys are sticking with the series. I know it’s rough but it really shows what these dudes went through and why I have respect for vets. Great reaction and conversation at the end.

Joseph groshek

To answer one of ur questions most people who join the Marine corps are called to it like a fish to water. To us it is the only way to live. I know all the Marines I know would feel the same way. Great reaction

Stephen Lewis

From the memoir this series is heavily based on. Important names have been removed to avoid spoilers. We waited a seeming eternity for the signal to start toward the beach. The suspense was almost more than I could bear. Waiting is a major part of war, but I never experienced any more supremely agonizing suspense than the excruciating torture of those moments before we received the signal to begin the assault on Peleliu. I broke out in a cold sweat as the tension mounted with the intensity of the bombardment. My stomach was tied in knots. I had a lump in my throat and swallowed only with great difficulty. My knees nearly buckled, so I clung weakly to the side of the tractor. I felt nauseated and feared that my bladder would surely empty itself and reveal me to be the coward I was. But the men around me looked just about the way I felt. Finally, with a sense of fatalistic relief mixed with a flash of anger at the navy officer who was our wave commander, I saw him wave his flag toward the beach. Our driver revved the engine. The treads churned up the water, and we started in—the second wave ashore. We moved ahead, watching the frightful spectacle. Huge geysers of water rose around the amtracs ahead of us as they approached the reef. The beach was now marked along its length by a continuous sheet of flame backed by a thick wall of smoke. It seemed as though a huge volcano had erupted from the sea, and rather than heading for an island, we were being drawn into the vortex of a flaming abyss. For many it was to be oblivion. The lieutenant braced himself and pulled out a half-pint whiskey bottle. “This is it, boys,” he yelled. Just like they do in the movies! It seemed unreal. He held the bottle out to me, but I refused. Just sniffing the cork under those conditions might have made me pass out. He took a long pull on the bottle, and a couple of the men did the same. Suddenly a large shell exploded with a terrific concussion, and a huge geyser rose up just to our right front. It barely missed us. The engine stalled. The front of the tractor lurched to the left and bumped hard against the rear of another amtrac that was either stalled or hit. I never knew which. We sat stalled, floating in the water for some terrifying moments. We were sitting ducks for the enemy gunners. I looked forward through the hatch behind the driver. He was wrestling frantically with the control levers. Japanese shells were screaming into the area and exploding all around us. Sgt. Johnny Marmet leaned toward the driver and yelled something. Whatever it was, it seemed to calm the driver, because he got the engine started. We moved forward again amid the geysers of exploding shells. Our bombardment began to lift off the beach and move inland. Our dive bombers also moved inland with their strafing and bombing. The Japanese increased the volume of their fire against the waves of amtracs. Above the din I could hear the ominous sound of shell fragments humming and growling through the air. “Stand by,” someone yelled. I picked up my mortar ammo bag and slung it over my left shoulder, buckled my helmet chin strap, adjusted my carbine sling over my right shoulder, and tried to keep my balance. My heart pounded. Our amtrac came out of the water and moved a few yards up the gently sloping sand. “Hit the beach!” yelled an NCO moments before the machine lurched to a stop. The men piled over the sides as fast as they could. I followed BLANK,, climbed up, and planted both feet firmly on the left side so as to leap as far away from it as possible. At that instant a burst of machine-gun fire with white-hot tracers snapped through the air at eye level, almost grazing my face. I pulled my head back like a turtle, lost my balance, and fell awkwardly forward down onto the sand in a tangle of ammo bag, pack, helmet, carbine, gas mask, cartridge belt, and flopping canteens. “Get off the beach! Get off the beach!” raced through my mind. Once I felt land under my feet, I wasn't as scared as I had been coming across the reef. My legs dug up the sand as I tried to rise. A firm hand gripped my shoulder. “Oh god, I thought, it's a Nip who's come out of a pillbox!” I couldn't reach my kabar—fortunately, because as I got my face out of the sand and looked up, there was the worried face of a Marine bending over me. He thought the machine-gun burst had hit me, and he had crawled over to help. When he saw I was unhurt, he spun around and started crawling rapidly off the beach. I scuttled after him. Shells crashed all around. Fragments tore and whirred, slapping on the sand and splashing into the water a few yards behind us. The Japanese were recovering from the shock of our prelanding bombardment. Their machine gun and rifle fire got thicker, snapping viciously overhead in increasing volume. Our amtrac spun around and headed back out as I reached the edge of the beach and flattened on the deck. The world was a nightmare of flashes, violent explosions, and snapping bullets. Most of what I saw blurred. My mind was benumbed by the shock of it. I glanced back across the beach and saw a DUKW (rubber-tired amphibious truck) roll up on the sand at a point near where we had just landed. The instant the DUKW stopped, it was engulfed in thick, dirty black smoke as a shell scored a direct hit on it. Bits of debris flew into the air. I watched with that odd, detached fascination peculiar to men under fire, as a flat metal panel about two feet square spun high into the air then splashed into shallow water like a big pancake. I didn't see any men get out of the DUKW. Up and down the beach and out on the reef, a number of amtracs and DUKWs were burning. Japanese machine-gun bursts made long splashes on the water as though flaying it with some giant whip. The geysers belched up relentlessly where the mortar and artillery shells hit. I caught a fleeting glimpse of a group of Marines leaving a smoking amtrac on the reef. Some fell as bullets and fragments splashed among them. Their buddies tried to help them as they struggled in the knee-deep water. I shuddered and choked. A wild desperate feeling of anger, frustration, and pity gripped me. It was an emotion that always would torture my mind when I saw men trapped and was unable to do anything but watch as they were hit. My own plight forgotten momentarily, I felt sickened to the depths of my soul. I asked God, “Why, why, why?” I turned my face away and wished that I were imagining it all. I had tasted the bitterest essence of war, the sight of helpless comrades being slaughtered, and it filled me with disgust.

Benjamin Nemeth

The series has yet to reach it's peak of horror, I'm afraid. Thank you for your reactions, and the comprehensible commentary that you provide with it. I watched this series when it first came out in 2010, I was just about to enter high school as a freshman, and it absolutely hits harder since I've gotten older. The hardest thing for me to wrap my head around is that these are all mostly young boys, some of whom are not even 18 yet. Series' like The Pacific and Band of Brothers are so important because, even though they are theatrical, and therefore, mild, in comparison to the real thing, it accentuates the types of ordeals people had to go through. War is not hopping from one battle to the next, it is losing your buddies to disease and bullsh*t attrition that occurs. It's a constant dread that drips onto you, with the occasional torrential downpour.

Alexander Kareh

If y’all take a LONG time to finish this series I don’t blame you. It gets REALLY heavy from episode 6 on.

Rick

We're supposed to get the third sorta companion series to band of brothers sometime this year. Unless Theres another delay. This one is about the air corps.

Jesse Ewiak
>>102389265

Probably not helpful their also watching the totally uplifting, positive, True Detective at the same time. I say that as somebody who loves that series and got the Patreon for the full-length reaction to it.

Bubba Fett
>>102457282

I'm excited about that one. Allied bombing is hardly covered outside a handful of movies and one great HBO documentary. Always interested me with my grandfather being a b17 waist gunner in 99th BG.

Chris Bruneau

Steven Ambrose compared the WW2 in Europe to the pacific, by saying one was a war of political ideology, the other was a war of racial hatred--yes the savagery in the pacific theatre was truly horrific.