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Blood Red Sun by Stephen Mertz, 1947– Published: 1989 J J J J J I I I I I Table of Contents Dedication Prologue & Chapter 1 … thru … Chapter 31 Epilogue J J J J J I I I I I For Patricia Donnelly Prologue August 1945 Hitler had fallen, but the war in the Pacific raged on. The Japanese refused to surrender. An ancient, proud, warrior race, their cities leveled by bombing raids and the first use of nuclear weapons in war, their naval forces and infantry defeated across the Pacific, Japan fought on. In Tokyo, in the corridors of crumbling power, some of those who remained did counsel surrender, but to most of the military commanders—and to other, more shadowy factions of power within Japan, many of them descended from the legendary samurai warriors of feudal Japan—the concept of surrender was inconceivable. Both their personal code of valor and the code of the samurai commanded death before the dishonor of surrender. The juggernaut that was the Allied war machine occupied the hard-won Philippines and was poised to strike at the heart of mainland Japan. A drawn-out, bloody invasion was anticipated… Chapter 1 The ruins of Manila baked beneath a hazy gray sky. At ten o'clock in the morning, the air was already muggy, oppressive. General Douglas MacArthur, supreme commander for the Allied powers, sat behind a wide desk in front of double windows overlooking what remained of a once beautiful city. A firm jawline, jutting like the prow of a destroyer, and a sharpness of eye and gesture belied his sixty-three years. Grouped folders, dispatches and communiqués were carefully arranged on the desk top. A pipe, not the famous corncob but a battered meerschaum, rested in a glass ashtray. A ceiling fan barely disturbed the sweltering air. Sounds of machinery and Filipino workmen clearing away rubble from across the street drifted through the open windows. The Manila City Hall had somehow miraculously escaped the devastation wrought by a brutal block-by-block defense of trapped Japanese troops six months earlier. For this reason, and because of its central location, it became General Headquarters for the occupying American force. The entire top floor was now MacArthur's headquarters. MacArthur's private office was plain, austere, the walls bare of maps or anything else except for one picture of Washington and one of Lincoln. In addition to the desk, the furnishings consisted only of a couch, one bookcase and a few chairs, two of which were presently occupied. It had become MacArthur's routine to begin each day with a private high-level briefing attended only by his senior generals: Krueger, who commanded the Sixth Army, and Eichelberger, commander of the Eighth. On this morning of August 14, an orderly had barely departed after serving the men coffee when MacArthur initiated the briefing proper with a sudden look across his desk at Eichelberger. "You said you had something that couldn't wait, Bob. Let's get right to it, shall we?" The cadence of speech was oratorical but the tone was conversational, pitched in a warm, rich baritone. Robert Eichelberger was a thin-faced man with wiry black hair. In the months following the Allied landings, his Eighth Army had been engaged in reconquering the southern islands of the Philippines. "Last night a Nip major on Mindanao marched what was left of his command down out of the jungle," he said. "They surrendered to one of our units near Butuan." "Let me guess. Your Jap commander said he and his men knew they were done for, they knew our boys were closing in, and he couldn't stand to see any more of his boys committing suicide to 'save face.' My field units have run into the same thing." Walter Krueger was heavyset and rosy cheeked despite being well beyond middle age. His force had been assigned the task of clearing Luzon of 170,000 enemy troops dug into the mountainous jungles of the northern provinces, the largest Japanese army in the Pacific. "He's been cooperative as hell," Eichelberger said, "but there wasn't much he could tell us that we didn't already know. The one piece of news he did hand us was a doozey and here it is. Seems a general right here on Luzon is planning a major counteroffensive against us any day now. A General Goro." "Well now, that is most interesting." MacArthur registered a smile that was fleeting, humorless. "Especially in view of what Walter here was telling me just before you arrived. But we'll get to that. Continue, Bob." "Our P.O.W. says all he knows is that Goro has established communications between enemy holdout units spread all across the northern provinces. He's not massing his forces. The P.O.W. major says he doesn't know Goro's timetable or exactly what Goro has in mind but it's going to happen soon. Considering that the information was freely given, I'm inclined to believe him." Eichelberger eyed Krueger. "Now what's this news of yours, Walter?" "A fresh intelligence report from a Filipino guerrilla unit operating north of Malolos was waiting for me on my desk this morning," said Krueger. "They have located an enemy base camp, what looks like a major staging area, five kilometers north of Malolos. The commander of that force is believed to be General Goro. I was submitting to the general here before you arrived that we put in for an air strike at once and blow the bastards to hell. That ought to squash any counteroffensive." Eichelberger nodded. "Sounds good to me." MacArthur spoke after a contemplative pause. "It doesn't sound good to me. We want to stop Goro, yes, but I want him alive." "Alive?" Krueger frowned. "Excuse me, General," said Eichelberger, "but I don't understand sparing Goro, knowing that he has a counteroffensive in the works, especially in light of what's been occupying the majority of your time." "You mean Operation Olympic ." The Philippines were to become the main base from which, in November, an army of five million men would invade Japan. "It is certainly true that that operation has been my principle concern of late," MacArthur conceded, "but there is a new wrinkle, gentlemen, which you have heard me predict. There is peace in the air, believe it or not. As we speak, the Japanese are considering total surrender." "Makes sense that they would," said Eichelberger, "considering what we did to those two cities of theirs." It was eight days since the devastation of Hiroshima, five days since Nagasaki. "Washington spends millions of dollars and man hours and thousands of lives to secure the Philippines for an invasion of Japan," said MacArthur, "and two bombs change everything." Krueger was still frowning. "General, I appreciate that you possess a keen understanding of the Asian mentality, but this imminent surrender you speak of is only supposition on our part. We have no intel from inside Japan to substantiate it." MacArthur picked the meerschaum from the ashtray and studied the pipe as if considering the advisability of a smoke. "Let me put it this way. This war is almost over, one way or another, and we will win. And when we have won, our biggest immediate problem will be those Japanese in the military who will not surrender, in Japan and throughout the Pacific. If the Japanese government chooses not to surrender, for whatever misguided reasons of their own, and we are compelled to invade the Japanese mainland, we're going to need every man we've got. Yes, we must stop Goro's counter offense and the only effective way of doing so will be to have him alive. Remember, according to our information, he is not massing his forces, which means his planned counteroffensive will consist of perhaps dozens of synchronized strikes against us where we are weakest. If we have Goro alive, he can be persuaded, I am sure, to transmit radio messages cancelling such attacks." Krueger's frown softened. "I see what you mean. You're right, of course." "When Tokyo does surrender, which I assure you will happen and sooner than many of us may think, those militarist factions that refuse to surrender will continue to fight on against us to the last man regardless of their Emperor's or their general's wishes. I know this will happen. It is not in the Japanese character to surrender. Well, we can't very well do anything about such elements inside Japan until we get there." He set the meerschaum back in the ashtray and lifted his eyes to the men seated before him. "But we can initiate measures to deal with the fanatical elements dug in throughout these islands. If General Goro is capable of pulling together a counteroffensive of such magnitude as we've been led to believe, then he is an influential commander to be sure. A man to be reckoned with. A man to be used." "If we can get this Goro under control now," Eichelberger said, "that would be one hell of a persuasive example to get the other holdouts down out of the mountains instead of fighting on when the time comes. Having Goro alive could be invaluable." "There's the rub of it." Krueger was frowning again. "I just don't see how it's possible to take Goro alive if he doesn't want to surrender, and this counteroffensive he's supposed to have cooking is proof enough that he has no intention of surrendering.