HOPE FOR ESCAPE

Sally and the other nurses weren’t on Corregidor Island long. On April 29th, two seaplanes arrived to evacuate the remaining nurses and some wives of men stationed in the Philippines. The aircraft were PBYs, or patrol bomber (with the Y being the code assigned to the manufacturer). These were US Navy medium to heavy twin amphibious aircraft used for maritime patrol, water bombing, and search and rescue. In the 1930’s, the Navy invested heavily in developing these long-range flying boats, which did not require runways, instead having the entire ocean to pick up speed to take flight.

An older colonel on the Rock told Sally it was Emperor Hirohito’s birthday, so it was a good day to make a break for it and evacuate the last of the nurses. The colonel said it was pretty certain that the Japanese would not be fighting that day, and sure enough, about noon all the enemy planes disappeared out of the sky. The women were anxious to get the evacuation over with, but the planes had to go through a safety check first. Each plane had a crew of seven, including the pilot and co-pilot, a navigator, a radio operator, a radar operator, and from one to four gunners. All equipment needed to be checked out. Add in a half dozen or more nurses in each plane, trying to get to safety, flying in 100 plus degree heat pouring in the glass windows, and this was not a luxury ride.

“There were twenty of us,” Sally later told friends. “We got on two different airplanes, PBY’s, and that was where I ran into Col. Wood again. He oversaw the women on our plane, and I felt I could trust him.”

The plane Sally left at midnight enroute to Mindanao, an island about 500 miles from Corregidor. The plane needed to take on fuel at several points to make the four-thousand-mile trip to Australia. They place landed at about 4:45 in the morning, and the nurses had a leisurely day to see the shops and outdoor markets in the small town near the dock. The owners of the hotel there told the nurses they could all come to the hotel and get some rest before taking off again at dark. Sally was excited to sleep in a real bed with real sheets, even if it was for a few hours!

“I realized it was the first time I had been out in the daylight without being under gun fire since we fled from Manila!” Sally exclaimed. Was that just four months ago? How could so many crazy things have happened in that short amount of time?

After that night, the PBY crew and the women assembled at the landing dock. They all got aboard, and the first plane took off in a huge spray of water. When they were a safe distance out, the plane Sally was on started to taxi across the water away from the dock, but there were large rocks in the water. The bottom of the plane made a horrible screeching sound as it bumped over some huge boulders. The fuselage now had a gaping hole in the bottom of it. Another nurse had a tennis racket. She got down on her knees and tried unsuccessfully to stem the flow of water. She quit trying when the water came up to her neck. The nurses all stood up in the plane, and the ankle-deep water in the cabin was rising fast. The pilot limped the plane back to the landing dock.

Immediately, everyone deplaned and scattered out across the little town. They agreed to travel with only one other nurse, lest they all be captured at once. Sally and another nurse went back to the hotel, where the owners had been so nice to them. But the owners were reluctant to shelter the women now. Finally, after much hand gesturing because of the language barrier between English and Tagalog, it was agreed the proprietors would put the nurses up for the remainder of that night, if they left early in the morning. But Sally was so frightened, she didn’t sleep at all, even in a real bed with real sheets.

Sally and the other nurse never saw anyone who was on that plane again. And they fully understood they might not be able to hide for long. There was now a target on their backs. The Japanese would surely find them.

HALLOWEEN IN APRIL

The Malinta Tunnel on Corregidor Island has over 24 lateral tunnels that branch off its main tunnel. The vast underground space had been used for storage and bunker purposes until World War II. The project got its name as it was being built in 1922: the crew found the dirt they dug filled with leeches. The Filipino word “malinta,” meaning “many leeches” seemed appropriate.

Now home to thirty-some nurses, it seemed the Tunnel was infected with more than leeches. In the dark, damp system of concrete tunnels, there were many areas in the shadows where uncomfortable thoughts resided: discouragement, fear, debilitating exhaustion, and defeat, to name a few. It was crystal clear now that the American forces were not coming to save the Bataan and Corregidor staff and patients. In Washington, hard decisions had been made to provide most of the available war chest to the battles in Europe, where Hitler and Mussolini were bent on ruling the world. The Philippines, in all its beauty and wonder and golden sunrises, was strategically off the table for help.

The abyss hissed again. That unseen, unexpected cavern of pure evil that taunted many American and Filipino medical staff was never more present than now. Some feared they might tumble right down into the void. Would they all collide with their darker selves someday? Feelings like these were reminiscent of Halloween in the United States. Just some silly notion that fear was lurking everywhere. It was easy to believe that. They would all try not to think those thoughts, and they were kept very busy with new patients being brought in each day. They could also go “topside,” up the ramp and out into the fresh air and sunshine. But could they find time in their already overfilled days? Outside it was nice, calm. They just had to watch and listen for incoming Japanese planes, shooting up the ground they stood on just before they rushed back into the Tunnel.

What was that evil feeling some had experienced, being kept underground in this awful war that would probably not end well? What was that hissing noise?

GET READY, READERS! I’M GOING TO CHANGE UP THE BLOG STARTING MARCH 1ST. I MIGHT NOT SEND A BLOG OUT EVERY WEEK SO I CAN SPEND MORE TIME WRITING. I ALSO CAN’T GIVE THE WHOLE BOOK AWAY BY BLOGGING FROM WHAT I WRITE. I WANT AT LEAST SOME OF YOU TO BUY THE BOOK WHEN IT’S PUBLISHED, HOPEFULLY SUMMER OF 2023. THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND FOR READING THESE EXCERPTS FROM MY WRITING! Grace and Peace, Meg.

Meg Blaine Corrigan is the author of four books: Then I Am Strong: Moving From My Mother’s Daughter to God’s Child, a memoir about growing up in an alcoholic home; Saints With Slingshots: Daily Devotions For The Slightly Tarnished But Perpetually Forgiven Christian, Books One and Two; and Perils of a Polynesian Percussionist, a novel depicting Meg’s time playing drums in a Hawaiian Road Show. Her latest project is to tell the story of her Aunt Ethel “Sally” Blaine Millett, who was an American Army nurse in the Philippines when WWII began. “Sally” joined about a hundred other nurses and 50-some doctors in transporting about two thousand patients from Statsenburg Hospital north of Manila (with more arriving every day) to the jungle on the Bataan Peninsula. They hid the patients from the Japanese for about four months until they were all captured and placed in POW camps for over three years before being liberated by American forces. This blog contains excerpts from the book in real time as Meg is writing and posting a blog once weekly. The book’s title is MERCY MORE THAN LIFE: Sally Blaine Millett, WWII Army Nurse. The anticipated date of publication is spring 2023.Meg’s website is www.MegCorrigan.com . She lives in a tiny apartment in Little Canada, Minnesota with her species-confused tropical plants and her rescue Carousel Horse, Mr. Ed.

STRATEGIC EVACUATION ARMY STYLE (part three)

The man who said the boat left for Corregidor “a long time ago” followed Sally back to where the other nurses were standing. He knew the senior nurse in their group. They came from the United States on the same troop ship the year before.

“I’ve got a smaller boat that will hold five including me,” he said.

So the five nurses talked about it and decided which one would stay behind. The bags and the people all got on the small boat and began making their way across the channel. The waves were splashing into the little boat, but not enough to dump them all into the water. Sally remembered for years afterwards how beautiful that little island looked that morning.

“Everything was silvery gold, the island itself and the water and the sky,” She said. Corregidor was nicknamed “the Rock,” because of its rocky terrain. That morning, the Rock was clothed in a gilded robe. It was impossible to tell where the water ended, and the sky began. The Rock appeared to be floating somewhere in between. The nurses knew that they were being evacuated to Corregidor because it was very likely the Japanese infantry would invade the open-air hospitals in the southern area of the peninsula of Bataan soon. Their commanding officer, General MacArthur, was long gone. The cavalry wasn’t coming to rescue anybody. They were on their own. But that morning, Sally would always remember the natural beauty all around them, and it was hard to believe at that moment that they were in any danger.

It was a short trip to the peer on the island, and the group got there safe and sound. The nurses were surprised when they got off the boat. Corregidor–The Rock–was a bustling Army installation. There were administrative buildings, a base exchange and commissary, a movie theater, a barber shop, and many more buildings to serve the needs and to entertain US and Filipino troops stationed there. The island was home to dozens of tropical plants and trees, a refreshing backdrop for the austere structures used by the troops.

But Sally and the other nurses were not here to work in the large hospital “topside.” They were on Corregidor so they could escape the enemy’s advances and be safe if—when the Japanese would claim victory. The nurses’ place of employment for the Army was inside the sprawling Malinta tunnel. After their arrival at the pier on Corregidor, the nurses found transportation to the mouth of the great tunnel system.

Inside the Dark Malinta Tunnel

Another group of nurses arrived after Sally’s group, and they reported a similar experience in getting the man with the small boat to take them over the channel. In fact, small groups of nurses arrived all day long, talking incessantly when they reached what would serve as their barracks. Some reported being strafed by bullets from Japanese planes flying low over the little boat.  Luckily no one was hurt, but that was the closest the nurses had come to being part of the very real war raging all around them.

Meg Blaine Corrigan is the author of four books: Then I Am Strong: Moving From My Mother’s Daughter to God’s Child, a memoir about growing up in an alcoholic home; Saints With Slingshots: Daily Devotions For The Slightly Tarnished But Perpetually Forgiven Christian, Books One and Two; and Perils of a Polynesian Percussionist, a novel depicting Meg’s time playing drums in a Hawaiian Road Show. Her latest project is to tell the story of her Aunt Ethel “Sally” Blaine Millett, who was an American Army nurse in the Philippines when WWII began. “Sally” joined about a hundred other nurses and 50-some doctors in transporting about two thousand patients from Statsenburg Hospital north of Manila (with more arriving every day) to the jungle on the Bataan Peninsula. They hid the patients from the Japanese for about four months until they were all captured and placed in POW camps for over three years before being liberated by American forces. This blog contains excerpts from the book in real time as Meg is writing and posting a blog once weekly. The book’s title is MERCY MORE THAN LIFE: Sally Blaine Millett, WWII Army Nurse. The anticipated date of publication is spring 2023.Meg’s website is www.MegCorrigan.com . She lives in a tiny apartment in Little Canada, Minnesota with her species-confused tropical plants and her rescue Carousel Horse, Mr. Ed.

STRATEGIC EVACUATION ARMY STYLE, PART TWO

“Wait! I’ve lost my barracks bag!” Sally cried. “It fell off the fender into the ditch. It’s all my belongings, all that’s left anyway. Can’t you turn around? Or slow down so I can run back and get it”

Many cars in the 1940’s had a depression between the front fender and hood. The group could not get everyone’s baggage in the sedan, or in the trunk. Someone had placed Sally’s bag in that space by the fender, but the road was so bumpy, the bag worked its way out and bounced off, rolling into a ditch on the.” side of the road.

“Please, please, stop. That’s my clothes, let me get my clothes!”

Sally realized quickly that chivalry was dead in the Army. The driver didn’t offer to help Sally get her clothes, but he did stop the car. Sally wormed  her way out of the car and ran as fast as she could to grab the bag and get back before the driver decided to continue. The driver got out too, and went to a little stream to get some water for the car’s radiator. Sally had plenty of time to get back to the car, this time holding the big duffel in her lap for the rest of the trip. The driver stopped three more times, each time at a small stream so he could pour more water in the radiator. But he never asked Sally if she got her bag, and Sally was angry and discouraged at the way he ignored her completely.

The tired, dirty, nervous, disappointed little group of nurses were not in the mood to cheer when their driver finally pulled up to the pier at Mareveles. It took two different drivers in two different vehicles from 8:00 p.m. the previous night until 7:00 a.m. the next morning to go less than 10 miles. When they got to the pier, there were no boats, no activity, no passengers waiting. A couple of Filipino workers were taking a moment to enjoy the end of the chaos.  Sally yelled at one of them.

“Hey, you! Do you know anything about a boat for the nurses to go to Corrigedor?”

“Oh, yes,” said the man. “It came and went a long time ago.”

Sally’s heart sunk. First, they had not been able to board the place to fly to Australia. Then they had to walk to The motor pool, and the first driver ran out of gas. The second driver wouldn’t stop when Sally’s bag fell off the fender, and no one they had dealt with seemed to know what was going on! They could see the island of Corregidor not far away from where they were standing, but what were they supposed to do to get there? Swim?

Meg Blaine Corrigan is the author of four books: Then I Am Strong: Moving From My Mother’s Daughter to God’s Child, a memoir about growing up in an alcoholic home; Saints With Slingshots: Daily Devotions For The Slightly Tarnished But Perpetually Forgiven Christian, Books One and Two; and Perils of a Polynesian Percussionist, a novel depicting Meg’s time playing drums in a Hawaiian Road Show. Her latest project is to tell the story of her Aunt Ethel “Sally” Blaine Millett, who was an American Army nurse in the Philippines when WWII began. “Sally” joined about a hundred other nurses and 50-some doctors in transporting about two thousand patients from Statsenburg Hospital north of Manila (with more arriving every day) to the jungle on the Bataan Peninsula. They hid the patients from the Japanese for about four months until they were all captured and placed in POW camps for over three years before being liberated by American forces. This blog contains excerpts from the book in real time as Meg is writing and posting a blog once weekly. The book’s title is MERCY MORE THAN LIFE: Sally Blaine Millett, WWII Army Nurse. The anticipated date of publication is spring 2023.Meg’s website is www.MegCorrigan.com . She lives in a tiny apartment in Little Canada, Minnesota with her species-confused tropical plants and her rescue Carousel Horse, Mr. Ed.