Saipan, December 6, 1943
A long snake of flames erupted from the nozzle that the young, war weary Marine poked forward. Heat wormed its way into a series of cracks and crevices, burning bodies and sucking out the stale, stank oxygen sitting in the caves. Four seconds later, satchel charges and grenades were being tossed in to clear the forward lip of the crevass that had protected at least a dozen enemy infantrymen for the past three hours. They had been taking pot shots and evidently directing mortar fire on the US Marines in the valley since before dawn. As the grenades and then the heavy demolition charges exploded and steel shards rebounded off the stone walls, bazooka and rifle grenade teams began to send high explosives deeper into the darkness. Screams of pain were soon heard and then a few bullets emerged as the Japanese soldiers could not crawl any deeper into the earth. They could either die in place or die attacking. A few advanced into the light where BAR and riflemen waited. An hour later, after half a dozen men had crawled in and then through the cave, came back out, the company commander, a young LT who was the fourth commander since the landing for this company, had decided that the cave was secured.
As night fell, the birds started to sing for the first time in weeks.