Thayne
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THE THAYNE REPORTS: THE ADMIRALS' EDITION February 14, 1942 - Japan Takes Rangoon The Thayne Reports are published by allied intelligence and distributed to senior officers serving in the Pacific Theater of Operation in order to give these officers an understanding of the overall military situation. These top secret reports contain the best and most up-to-date information available at the time of their writing. The Battle for Burma - Day 14: A War Diary Japanese Reach Rangoon (Schwebo - Burma) Japan kicked the British out of Rangoon today in a sudden and massive attack that destroyed any hope of an orderly retreat. I woke up this morning surrounded by hundreds of explosions as the Japanese started their attack with a massive artillery barrage. I spent a good two or three minutes dazed and confused, not knowing what to do or what to think, in a state of virtual panic. My home these last couple of days had been a cot in the corner of a warehouse near the docks in Rangoon. There were sandbags piled up against the outside of the wall providing me with protection on two sides. However, it did not provide any benefits from shells coming in through the roof. It must have been one such shell that woke me up. The room was filled with smoke and dust such that I could barely breathe. I covered my mouth with my sleeve and rolled over into the wall to get as close to its protection as I could. I laid there, thinking that the artillery would stop. I should have known better. It took literally minutes for me to piece together the fact that I was in Rangoon, the Japanese wanted to take the city, and they were certain to begin any attack with a massive artillery strike that would end when the Japanese soldiers arrived. This was my queue to leave - to get on the boat assigned to me and head out of town. This meant I had to leave my secure corner of the warehouse and run a couple of hundred yards to the docks. I was no stranger to the facts of what an artillery shell could do a person. The Japanese, in taking their time to surround the city, and put in place hundreds of guns. Since the British did not control very much area, the Japanese could concentrate their fire on the little bit of ground the British did control. "Okay. You're going. Now," I told myself. I got up, saw my helmet on the floor, picked it up, and ducked right back into my secure corner. I had forgotten about wearing a helmet. Seeing it there had brought about a sudden change in plans. An artillery strike just outside the walls gave me the encouragement I needed to leave. A ball of flame came into the room above my head, showering me with broken glass and splinters of wood. My ears popped. I could barely hear. I hid under my helmet until the rain of debris ended, then broke out in a run. Then I took off running. Out the door, I turned right. I had walked this route a dozen times. I could have made my way in the dark, but the way was well lit by fires and flashes of artillery. About half way to the docks, I ran into a narrow walkway between a heavy truck and a building and paused to gather the courage to go further. That gave me the chance to witness the devastation around me. Explosions were tearing apart every building, fortification, and defense in the area. Fires grew to consume whole buildings, giving an orange glow to the shells of thick columns of smoke that looked nearly solid. I should help. If I could stop and do a little bit of help then I could make things easier for somebody. But I was not a trained soldier. And my duty was to report back things that I know. I am not only a reporter for Thayne Report, I am a trained observer. I am one of those people the military trusts to tell them exactly what happened. In the thick of battle, a soldier sees only what is in front of him. Even then, his reports are filled with conjecture and speculation that his brain has interpreted as fact. It actually takes training to stop, look around, and see what is actually going on. I forced myself to pause and make some mental notes. The fact that came to mind was that the Japanese had decided not to allow the British to make an orderly retreat. Their attack aimed to destroy the British army. It was throwing far more into the fight than it needed for victory. It's hope was to overwhelm the defenses before the British had any chance to retreat. If any soldier did decide to retreat, he would face the artillery. Many - most - would not make it. If one British soldier went down, his friend would certainly stop and help him, breaking down the retreat further. In a few hours, not only would Rangoon be in Japanese hands, but the army that had been defending it would cease to exist. Giving myself a count of three, I hurried towards the boat that should have been waiting for me. I did not recognize it at first. I found a boat crowded with people - over thirty people, all civilians, crowded onto a small motor boat. My boat was supposed to be reserved for me. "Who are these people?" I asked the pilot. "This is my family. Get on! Get on!" I immediately saw the futility in expecting the pilot to order his family off of the boat. He would likely leave me if I tried. Technically, there wasn't enough room for me, but I was not going to stay behind. I forced myself into the crowd of Burmese women, children, and elderly and told the pilot to go. Being relatively tall, I could look over the heads of the other passengers and watch Rangoon burst into flames behind us. I could not see how there could even be a square foot of territory that would not be torn apart by Japanese artillery even before the Japanese soldiers got there. We continued upstream through most of the day - past noon, and into the late afternoon. Eventually, we ended up at the town of Schwebo in central Burma. Our only encounter along the way was with Japanese Zero fighters patrolling the river. But they did not attack. With such a target-rich environment, they might not have thought that a boat full of refugees was worth the effort. Or they had already run out of ammunition. I reported in with the British headquarters in Burma. It's near evening now, and I am about to file my report. Tomorrow, I will head south. There's a military-grade airfield south of here, at a place called Toungoo. That is where I expect to meet the Japanese again. Americans Prepare to Dual Japanese Carrier (USS Lexington - Samoa) Rear Admiral Frederick Sherman took a long walk on the flight deck to get away from the advisers. The wind made his uniform flutter like a flag. The last of the planes had landed, and the ship was securing itself for the night. For Sherman, tt was time to take the information he had, as incomplete as it was, and try to make a decision. At last report, a Japanese carrier force sat a little less than 400 miles west by southwest of his position. The Japanese were heading east, toward Suva. This was not a large force. Earlier today he received a report of an air strike against the forces at Tanna. They counted 40 bombers, and bragged that their anti-aircraft had cut into about ten percent of those. That was a third of the bomber force that Sherman had on his two carriers - Yorktown and Lexington. Allied intelligence knew that the bulk of the Japanese carrier force was near Java. On the dark side of the equation, the Japanese had better reach. If he was not careful, or if he was unlucky, he could find himself in a position where the Japanese could hit him, but he was powerless to strike back. His first thought was to head south and to intercept the Japanese carriers as they got to Suva. But, maybe, the Japanese would not continue east once the sun set. Sherman looked to the west. The Japanese had to know they had been spotted. As darkness came, they could go any direction. Which direction would they go? Sherman had decided that they would either continue east to strike Suva, or head back up to the north after having patrolled the waters around New Caledonia. Intelligence reports continue to suggest that the Japanese have targeted New Caledonia. It would make sense that they would conduct these patrols to keep the island isolated. Sherman decided that Suva could take care of itself. The island had nearly 100 fighters, and Major General William Upshur, who had been put in charge of the island, had all of them on full alert. He would go north - north of Tanna, near the island of Efate - and cut off the Japanese retreat. With any luck, by this time tomorrow, the Japanese would be missing one or two of its carriers.
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