Ship of Ghosts - James D. Hornfischer [73]
Part Three
THE EMPEROR’S GUESTS
War is hell, but that’s not the half of it, because war is also mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead.
—Tim O’Brien
The Things They Carried
CHAPTER 21
The Houston’s survivors were never far from shore. Their ship came to rest a few miles west of Panjang Island, and about the same distance east of St. Nicholas Point. The Perth settled several miles north of the Houston.
Despite the proximity to the coast, the obstacles to reaching land were formidable. Although 368 Houston survivors would finally be rounded up ashore—less than a third of the ship’s wartime complement—by all accounts many more than that survived the ship’s immediate trauma and loss. The final tally would take years to sort out. According to the ship’s action report, 150 men who made it into the water alive were never seen again. Lt. Harold Hamlin would write, “I saw hundreds of unwounded men go over the side there, whom I haven’t seen since.” So many men never reached the beach. With most of the lifeboats shattered by gunfire and torpedo blasts, and with any number of life rafts dropped prematurely on the first call to abandon ship, out of reach as the dying ship drifted to a halt, survivors clung to the handiest wreckage. The powerful surge draining out of the Java Sea through Sunda Strait took hold of them and whatever flotsam they were holding to—rafts, furniture, mattresses, spent shell cases—and pulled it toward a fathomless oblivion in the Indian Ocean.
From the moment the USS Houston and the HMAS Perth sank, hundreds of separate dramas set out on diverging paths. The currents feeding Sunda Strait saw to that. They spread the survivors far and wide. They dangled them within a hard swim of land all around St. Nicholas Point and near islands in the strait’s northern channel, and pulled them away on a natural whim. Survivors contended with predators under the sea and on land. They were set upon by native hillmen eager to settle scores with the white man and embrace the arriving Japanese. They were hauled aboard Imperial Army transports. They were shot in the water where they swam, never given a chance.
Sailors have earned places in legend for exploits less than what these men did up to the time of their sinking. Surely few