Bataan, July 29, 1943
"DOG COMPANY, ECHO COMPANY MAN YOUR BOATS"
The loud speaker called out commands. Heavily laden men ready for anything began to amble down the cargo nets that the crew from the anchored assault transport had placed on the hull an hour ago. Sergeant Donohue gripped the thick ropes and found his footing after he dropped the last eighteen inches into the assault craft. Soon the rest of the boat's cargo was aboard. Some of the eighteen and nineteen year old privates were boasting about their bravery. Others were muttering the rosary, more tried to hold their footing and their breakfast in the mild swells. The veterans of Timor waited. There were no shells splashing in the water, there were no bombers dropping death from above, there were no snipers taking potshots at them. Nothing beyond fate was trying to kill them, so they could wait.
The boats began to assemble in straight lines. Beacons ashore were being lit up and the barges began to move forward. Patrol craft guided and guarded the edges of the lines. Fighters from the small airfield hacked out of the jungle and rebuilt over the past two months began to rise and protect the landing waves as the sun edged over the eastern horizon. Patrick was ready even as three battleships and five cruisers, somewhere to the distant northwest, began a steady bombardment on Japanese positions guarding the entry to the division's final objective.
The boat shuddered. It stopped. The ramp went down and the first part of DOG Company landed.
Up and down the beach, dozens among dozens of assault craft were disgorging their cargoes. Two were stuck on reefs outside of the marked lanes. One would soon work its way wiggling forward and back to break free and then land. The other would be scuttled after the infantrymen were ferried ashore in rubber rafts. By the time the sun started to beat down on the beaches, two full infantry regiments were ashore and the first of the artillery park was being loaded into another wave. By nightfall, guides had brought the fresh troops north to the front lines. They would not jump off just yet as a tank battalion was still being inspected by the mechanics and the artillery dumps were being filled with shells.
Bataan had been relieved.