remember those who suffered and died during the Bataan
by Staff Sgt. Elaine Aviles, photos by Tech. Sgt. Gregory
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He dove for the dirt as a shell whizzed over his head.
But it found its mark. After hitting the trees, the shell
splintered into shrapnel, striking a man standing guard
behind him. Dug in behind a riverbank, Weldon Hamilton
hastily wiped away the man's blood that splattered on
his cheek. Covered in dirt, half starved and beyond exhaustion,
he had only one terrified thought.
"I wanted to run," he said. "But, during
war, the most feared thing is being a coward. You know
your friends are watching you, and, no matter what, you
have to act brave, even if you're shaking in your boots."
And Hamilton was shaking in his boots. But even later,
when his boots and the rest of his possessions were gone,
he still didn't run.
But don't even think of calling Hamilton a hero. "I'm
just a survivor," he said.
This survivor is one of the more than 78,000 U.S. and
Philippine soldiers who, after surrendering to the Japanese
in 1942, were forced to march more than 65 miles through
the scorching heat of the Philippine jungles to prison
camps. Fifteen thousand soldiers died during one of the
most devastating events of World War II - the Bataan Death
Hamilton may have been one of the lucky ones who made
it out alive, but he doesn't credit his survival to luck.
"I'm made from tough stock," he said.
Hamilton's "tough stock" comes from a rough
childhood. He grew up on a small farm in Kansas during
the Depression that began in 1929. But while his family
struggled to survive, a much bigger struggle was brewing
overseas. War was looming, and, like many men of his time,
Hamilton wanted to serve his country. After a brief stint
at Kansas Western University, he enlisted in the Army
Air Corps in October 1940. Shortly after, he boarded a
ship and was one of the last soldiers headed for the Philippines.
The ship sailed just 18 days before America entered the
war. Hamilton and his unit, the 34th Pursuit Squadron,
were assigned to Nichols Field on the outskirts of Manila.
But their assignment there lasted only nine days.
"On Nov. 29, we were told to grab our things and
go," he said.
As they rushed to nearby Del Carmen Field, disaster struck.
Pearl Harbor was bombed, and the United States was launched
into war. But while most of the world focused on Hawaii,
Hamilton and thousands of others were trying to stay alive
in the Philippines.
"The Japanese bombers attacked, and it was a disaster,"
Hamilton said. "Our planes went up the first day,
and they were almost all lost. They strafed the rest on
the ground. Without air power, we were transformed into
The grounded soldiers retreated to the beaches of the
tiny Bataan Peninsula, where they struggled to hold off
the Japanese. But the fighting took its toll. Cut off
from supplies and support, sick and near starvation, the
men started to fall.
"We were completely out of food," Hamilton said.
"So, we ate the 26th cavalry - every single horse."
The Bataan soldiers also were out of options. It was either
surrender or die. After four months of fighting, Maj.
Gen. Edward P. King, the commanding officer of the forces
on Bataan, ordered the 78,000 U.S. and Philippine soldiers
to surrender on April 9.
And then the nightmare got even worse.
Russell A. Grokett Sr., a survivor of Bataan, described
the surrender in his biography, "Twelve Hundred Days:"
"When the surrender came, men were waiting in huddled
groups. Many weeping unashamedly, Filipino and American
As Grokett recalled, many men started to run, but they
were ordered to stand, and the Japanese began to strip
them of their possessions. Watches, canteens, wallets,
rings, anything of value was soon gone.
"They split us up into groups of about 300,"
Hamilton said. "We were then ordered to march."
The men were to march from Mariveles to San Fernando,
a 100-kilometer (62 miles) walk, then another 10 kilometers
(6.2 miles) to Camp O'Donnell. But the Japanese had made
no provisions for food or water. So, the already sick
and half-starved men grew steadily weaker.
"The only food I had for eight days was a ball of
rice the size of a golf ball," Hamilton said. "But
lack of food was the least of our problems."
The men were dying of thirst. They desperately searched
for water along the way, and many would drink anything,
no matter how dirty.
Clarence Larson, a Bataan survivor, recalled the scene
in his book, "A Long March Home:" "One
of our stops was at a bridge. ... The water you couldn't
even see because there was a green scum covering it. Some
of the guys jumped in ... and started to fill their canteens.
I did not, as there was a dead soldier, perhaps several,
that had been in the water a couple of days, and in 100-degree
sunshine you could imagine the smell."
For many, this drink became their last.
"It became a game for the Japanese," Hamilton
said. "They would lower their bayonets and run for
anyone trying to drink. Either you were bayoneted or shot."
Those who escaped a quick death were in for a slower torture.
The contaminated water caused severe diarrhea and vomiting.
And if you fell out?
"You were dead," Hamilton said. "It was
miserable. I was so tired I felt like I couldn't take
another step. But then I would hear someone being shot.
It was like the Angel of Death was right behind me."
Hamilton kept going, but many weren't able. Fifteen thousand
soldiers died or were murdered on the 65-mile march to
prison camps. And more than 26,000 others would die in
the next two months at the camps.
"I was determined to survive," Hamilton said.
"I didn't make it through that march to die in a
Before his nightmare was over, Hamilton would withstand
more than three years of torture, beatings, forced labor
and near starvation at Japanese prison camps.
And then, one day, just as quickly as they came, the Japanese
"They just tiptoed out," Hamilton said. "There
we were, 1,800 of us. We heard there were Americans on
the tip of the island so we stole a train and went there.
"The first thing I did was call my mom," he
added. "I told her I was alive and on my way home.
It was an amazingly happy day for me."
Hamilton made it home in October 1945. His body was ridden
with disease - beriberi, dysentery and scurvy - and his
doctor's prognosis was grim. But in time, he recovered
both physically and mentally. He married his childhood
sweetheart, had five children and continued his service
in the military. He was a cook in the Air Force, retiring
as a chief warrant officer after 29 years of service.
And the Bataan Death March went down in the history books
as one of the most devastating events of World War II.
But it didn't stay there.
Tribute to the past
More than 45 years after the death march, a few New Mexico
State Army ROTC officers and cadets decided to remember
history - their way. Not by recalling it with a lecture
or a movie, but by reliving it.
They were successful. This year marked the 13th annual
Bataan Memorial Death March, a grueling 26.2-mile march
through the New Mexico desert to honor the sacrifices
of soldiers like Hamilton.
"I think the memorial march is a wonderful way to
remember the soldiers who died so many years ago,"
Hamilton said. "I'm always amazed and touched at
how enthusiastic people are to attend and participate.
"It's amazing to be a part of history," he added.
"But I really don't feel like I did anything brave,"
he said. "I did what most people would do in my situation
- I survived."
Reprinted with permission from Airman Magazine, July 2001