Incredible story and extremely well done. It follows one soldier in particular but you are given background info on many others along the way. This gives you the events leading up to the war, the battle for the Philippines and Bataan, the march, and the life in the POW camps following the march, and even the trials of a couple of the enemy generals. ( )

Hjónin Elizabeth og Michael Norman skrifa ákaflega hjartnæma en um leið grimmilega frásögn í riti sínu Tears in the Darkness; The Story of the Bataan Death March and Its Aftermath. Þau lýsa hér undanhaldi herja Bandaríkjamanna og Filipseyinga undan hersveitum Japan og hörmuglegri fangavist bandarísku hermannanna í kjölfarið.
Þau byggja frásögnina á sögu Bill Steele, bandarísks hermanns, allt frá upphafsárum hans í Bandaríkjunum til endurhæfingar og tilraunar til að öðlast eðlilegt líf eftir stríðið.
Sagan er byggð á fjölda viðtala við einstaklinga frá þeim þeim herjum sem áttust við í Kyrrahafsstríðinu og borgurum þjóðanna. Þau fella yfirleitt ekki dóma yfir framferði einstaklinga, jafnvel ekki japanskra illvirkja, heldur benda t.d. á hvernig japanski herinn barði nýliða sína miskunnarlaust til hlýðni þar til þeir annað hvort brotnuðu niður og frömdu sjálfsmorð eða tóku þátt í að berja næstu nýliða. Þetta var stríðsvél sem framleiddi miskunnarlausa hrotta. Það er þó athyglisvert að Norman-hjónin gagnrýna yfirhershöfðingja Bandaríkjamanna, Douglas McArthur, harkalega fyrir vanmat, undirbúningsleysi og fyrir að hafa flúið frá hermönnum sínum sem mættu örlögum sínum í Filippseyjum.
Þetta er vel skrifuð saga, hjartnæm og ég mæli eindregið með henni. ( )

The book details the fight for the Philippines and its aftermath. War is hell is once again born out. ( )

WOW. Just finished reading a few minutes ago and I can't stop crying. An eye opening book that really gives you an idea on what the pacific POWs endured. ( )

Dad was living in Maywood, Illinois when he was drafted in 1943; Maywood was home to the 192nd General Headquarters Tank Battalion of the Illinois National Guard, which was federalized in 1940 and sent off to the Philippines just in time for things to get really unpleasant there. Maywood had (and still has) a Bataan Day in commemoration; I went a couple of times when my family still lived in the area. Dad didn’t know anybody in the 192nd personally, but knew some names and was “friends of friends” so there was something a little personal when he landed on Leyte in 1944.


I don’t know whether I want to give Dad Tears in the Darkness to read or not; the war’s over. The story centers around Ben Steele, a young Montana cowboy who, on his Mom’s suggestion, decided to join the Army Air Corps, and like the boys from Maywood got to the Philippines just in time to have an interesting experience.


This isn’t really a military history; coauthors Michael and Elizabeth Norman are not military historians. There are accounts of battles, but they’re generally described “as seen by” individual American (and a few Filipino and Japanese) soldiers and, of course, the actually fighting was pretty brief. Things get going when the fighting is over, and Steele and his buddies are marched up the Bataan Peninsula to prison camps. The authors are not Japanese apologists, but they make a few mitigating points; the Japanese were expecting about 25000 POWs and got about 75000, and although individual Japanese soldiers seem to have been just as humane as anybody else (or, at least the ones the authors found willing to talk were), Japanese officers – especially middle-ranking officers – were not and encouraged and sometimes actively ordered brutality. Steele made it to Camp O’Donnell and then volunteered to work on a road-building project, figuring anything would be better than a concentration camp. It wasn’t; there were no tools, no mosquito nets, and no protection from the weather. (One of the little instances of Japanese humanity does crop up; the Japanese were almost as bad off as the Americans – for example, then had nothing for dysentery themselves and were treating it with powdered charcoal, resulting in a lot of Japanese guards that were black from the waist down. Nevertheless, a few would come over to the Americans every day and, after checking to be sure no one was watching, dropped a small package wrapped in a banana leaf. It contained a little rice and two quinine tablets, and presumably kept some of the Americans alive).

By the time Steele got to his next stop (Bilibid Prison; the Japanese essentially gave up on the road building; Steele was one of 50 survivors from the original 325 men on the work detail) he was (a note from the medical record survives; the doctor who wrote the note didn’t) suffering from malaria, starvation, dysentery, jaundice, pneumonia, incipient gangrene from an infected puncture wound on his left instep, and beriberi. Steele received extreme unction twice (he wasn’t Catholic but wasn’t in any state to complain) but gradually came around. Like many other accounts of people in Auschwitz and Kolyma and other death camps, Steele found something to live for – he was always interested in art and began making drawings – of his ranching experience, of the prison, of his guards. An American engineer gave him a little instruction on perspective and Steele pulled through.


In time to be packed on a prison ship and sent to a Japan. “Packed” is literal; the men didn’t have enough space to lie down until some of them started dying (including the medical officer who had treated Steele and the priest who had given him extreme unction). And, of course, they were bombed and strafed by American aircraft. About 1/3 the men who initially boarded ship survived to work in a coal mine in Japan, where one day in August 1945 they heard a deep rumble and saw a curious mushroom shaped cloud building to the south. A few days later Japan surrendered.

Their troubles weren’t over, of course; some POWs were killed or injured by American supply drops and by gorging themselves on the food. Nurses in hospital ships taking them back to the States reported ex-POWs couldn’t get enough food; they would take it back from the mess halls and hide it in their clothes and bunks (people working with escapees from the XSSR reported a similar phenomenon – they would stockpile food in their apartments to the point that there was no place to walk around the cans and cartons). Steele spent some time in a Spokane hospital and headed for home – he was recognized by a home town friend on the train and treated to so many drinks that he didn’t recognize his family when he finally got off.


The penultimate chapter deals with General Homma. There’s still debate over whether Yamashita and Homma should have been executed as war criminals. The authors are very sympathetic to Homma, and I think I am too; he wasn’t present during the Death March (although a few survivors claimed to have seen him) and was relieved in disgrace immediately afterward (because the conquest of the Philippines had taken too long). There is a rather intriguing footnote about a certain Colonel Masanobu Tsuji, who reportedly did order a lot of the brutality on the Death March and after. A request by the Normans for information about Tsuji resulted in a response from the CIA stating that “…we are neither confirming or denying that such documents exist. It has been determined that such information – that is, whether or not any responsive documents exist – would be classified for reasons of national security”. Homma’s wife, Fujiko – everybody who saw her described her as “beautiful and elegant” – pleaded personally with MacArthur. MacArthur bent far enough to order Homma shot instead of hanged.


The final chapter covers Steele’s post war life – he went to art school, married, divorced, and married again, and became an art teacher. During a 1999 radio interview about the Death March, he suffered a ruptured aortal aneurysm – and once again managed to survive despite the odds.

Perhaps just a little melodramatic – but so what; it actually happened. Well written and very moving. Some of Steele’s art can be seen be seen on his web site. ( )