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Pvt. Edward George Wills Jr.


    Pvt. Edward G. Wills Jr. was the son of Edward G. Wills Sr. & Susan Bell Mattingly-Wills.  He was born in Harrodsburg, Kentucky, on March 8, 1918, and was one of the couple's nine children.

    Little is known about his life in Harrodsburg.  What is known is that he was called, "E.G." by his family and friends, and that one of his sisters died when he was 20 years old.  He was working as a house painter when he joined the Kentucky National Guard in Harrodsburg on August 1, 1940.  The reason he did this was the draft act had been passed, and he knew he was going to be drafted.  The tank company was scheduled to be federalized for one year of military service in the fall of 1940.  

    On November 25, 1940, the 38th Divisional Tank Company of the Kentucky National Guard was designated D Company, 192nd Tank Battalion and sent to Fort Knox, Kentucky.  There, Edward trained with D Company until he was transferred to Headquarters Company when the company was created in January 1941.

    After taking part in maneuvers in Louisiana, Edward and the other members of the 192nd learned that they were being sent overseas.  Their mission was to train the Philippine Army in tank usage.

    By train, along the Gulf Coast, the soldiers traveled  to San Francisco through Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona.  At Yuma, Arizona the train stopped.  Native Americans entered the train cars and sold beads to the soldiers.  The soldiers knocked each other over attempting to buy the beads.  After the train pulled out of the station, someone noticed that the genuine Native American beads were made in Japan.    
    The train then made its way north along the Pacific Coast arriving in San Francisco, where they were taken by ferry to Ft. McDowell on Angel Island
and received physicals and inoculations.  Those men found with minor minor medical conditions were held on the island and scheduled to rejoin the battalion at a later date.  Other men were simply replaced.
    The battalion
was boarded onto the U.S.A.T. Hugh L. Scott which sailed on Monday, October 27th, as part of a three ship convoy. 
After the members of the battalion got over their seasickness, they spent much of the time training in breaking down machine guns, cleaning weapons, and doing KP.   They arrived at Honolulu, Hawaii, on Sunday, November 2nd and had a two day layover.  The soldiers were given shore leave so they could see the island.  On Wednesday, November 5th, the ships sailed for Guam taking a southern route away from the main shipping lanes. 
    During this part of the voyage, smoke from an unknown ship was seen on the horizon.  The cruiser that was escorting the two transports revved up its engines, its bow came out of the water, and it took off in the direction of the smoke.  It turned out that the unknown ship was from a friendly country.  
    When they arrived at Guam, the ships took on water, bananas, coconuts, and vegetables, before sailing for Manila. 
At one point, the ships passed an island at night while they were in total blackout.  This for many of the soldiers was a sign that they would soon be at war.  The ships sailed and entered Manila Bay, at 8:00 A.M., on Thursday, November 20th and docked at Pier 7 later in the day.  The soldiers disembarked about 3:00 P.M. and were taken by bus to Ft. Stotsenburg.  Those men assigned to trucks drove them to the fort, while the maintenance section remained behind at the fort to unload the tanks.
    At the fort, they were greeted by Colonel Edward P. King, who apologized that the men had to live in tents along the main road between the fort and Clark Field.  He made sure that they had what they needed and that they had Thanksgiving Dinner before he went to have his own dinner. 
Ironically, November 20th was the date that the National Guard members of the battalion had expected to be released from federal service.
   
For the next seventeen days the tankers worked to remove cosmoline from their weapons.  The grease was put on the weapons to protect them from rust while at sea.  They also loaded ammunition belts and did tank maintenance as they prepared for maneuvers with the 194th Tank Battalion.  
    On Monday, December 1st, the tanks were ordered to the perimeter of Clark Field to guard against paratroopers.  The 194th Tank Battalion guarded the northern half of the airfield, while the 192nd guarded the southern half.  At all times, two members of every tank and half-track crew remained with their vehicles.  Meals were brought to them by food trucks.  

   When they were told of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor they laughed.  Having been in the Philippines for eighteen days, they believed that this was the start of the extended maneuvers.  The company commander, Capt Fred Bruni, told his men to listen up because what he was telling them the truth.  He again told them that Pearl Harbor had been bombed, and they each were given guns and told to clean them.  As they did this, they still believed that they had started maneuvers.  It was around noon that this belief was blown away.
    At 12:45. a formation of 54 planes approached the airfield from the north.  The men had enough to count the number of planes in the formation.  It was when bombs began exploding on the runways that they knew the planes were Japanese.  Since the members of the company had few weapons to fight planes with, they dove into a dry latrine during the attack. 

    When the Japanese were finished, there was not much left of the airfield.  Since the company's bivouac was near the main road between the fort and airfield, The soldiers watched as the dead, dying, and wounded were hauled to the hospital on bomb racks and trucks.  The fact was that anything that could carry the wounded was in use.  When the hospital filled, they watched the medics place the wounded under the building.  Many of these men had their arms and legs missing.

    That night, there was one air raid after another.  Since they did not have any foxholes, the men used the old latrine pit for cover.  Since it was safer in the pit than in their tents, the men slept in the pit.  The entire night they were bitten by mosquitoes.  The next morning the decision was made to move the company into an tree covered area.  Without knowing it, the soldiers had slept their last night on a cot or bed for the next three and a half years.  From this point on, they slept in blankets on the ground.

    The coming month was a constant, slow, falling back toward Bataan Peninsula.  As they withdrew, supplies and food - that could have aided in the fight against the Japanese - were often left behind.

    During this time, the soldiers were bombed and strafed.  The morning before the surrender the Japanese bombed the ammunition dumps which were close to where HQ was bivouacked.  That night the sky was lit by the fire of the burning ammunition dumps.

    Word reached Edward and the other members of HQ Company that the order had been given to surrender the morning of April 9, 1942.  The evening of April 8, 1942, Capt. Fred Bruni gave his men the news of the surrender.  While informing the members of the company of the surrender, he waved his arm toward the tanks and told the men that they would no longer need them.  As he spoke, his voice choked.  He turned away from the men for a moment, and when he turned back he continued.  He next told the sergeants what they should do to disable the tanks.  During the announcement, Bruni emphasized that they all were to surrender together.   He told the soldiers to destroy their weapons and any supplies that could be used by the Japanese.  The only thing they were told not to destroy were the company's trucks.  He also told them that from this point on, it was each man for himself.  The men waited in their bivouac until ordered to move.  Somehow, Bruni had found enough bread and pineapple juice for what he called, "Their last supper."
    Edward and the other men took their ammunition and weapons and put them in piles in the last tank and half-track they had.  They poured gasoline into the tank and on the half track.  Both were set both on fire.  
   The next morning they were suppose to join up with other troops and surrender together.  When they attempted to do so, they were strafed by a Japanese plane, so they returned to their bivouac.  
    Two days after the official surrender, a Japanese officer and soldiers entered HQ Company's bivouac.  The Americans were ordered out onto the road that ran past their encampment.  Once on the road, the Prisoners of War were ordered to kneel along the shoulders of the road with their possessions in front of them.  As they knelt, Japanese soldiers passing them took what they wanted from the Americans.

    HQ Company made its way to Mariveles in their trucks.  At Mariveles Airfield, the POWs were herded and lined up for an inspection.  The Japanese took the prisoners' jewelry and other items that had any meaning to them.  

    As the soldiers stood facing the Japanese guards, it appeared that the Japanese were going to execute the prisoners.  Out of the car climbed a Japanese officer, the officer gave orders to the soldiers that they were not to kill the POWs.  After doing this, he got back into the car and it drove off.

    Edward and the other POWs were ordered to move to a school yard where they were made to kneel in the sun without food or water. They soon realized that behind them were Japanese artillery firing on Corregidor.  The American guns on the island began returning fire.  Shells from the American guns began landing around the POWs.  The men had no place to hide and several were killed.  Three of the four Japanese guns were also destroyed.

    It was from Mariveles late in the afternoon that Edward began what would later become known as the death march.  The first night the POWs were marched all night. What made things worse for Edward and the other prisoners was as they marched, they came across artesian wells and watering holes, but they were denied their request for water.  The Japanese would chase the POWs away from the wells.  It got to the point that even though the Japanese attempted to keep the prisoners from the water the POWS still went to the wells.  This resulted in the deaths of many men who were bayoneted while getting water.  

    At San Fernando, the POWs were packed into small wooden boxcars used to haul sugarcane.  The boxcars were small and could hold eight horses or forty men.  The Japanese packed 100 men into each car and closed the doors.  The POWs were packed in so tightly, that the dead remained standing until the living left the cars at Capas.

    Edward made his way to Camp O'Donnell which was an unfinished Filipino training base that had one water faucet for 12,000 POWs.  Men died waiting for a drink, while others died from the diseases that ran wild among the sick POWs.  The situation was so bad that the Japanese opened a new camp at Cabanatuan.  Being one of the healthier POWs, Edward was sent to the new camp.     
    After arriving at Cabanatuan, Edward came down with dysentery.  Medical records from the camp show that he was admitted to the camp hospital, but no date was given.  On Friday, July 3, 1942, at approximately 3:00 in the morning, Edward died and was buried in the camp's cemetery in a mass grave with other POWs who died on that date. 
His family did not learn of his death until August 1945.    

    On February 17, 1950, the remains of Pvt. Edward G. Wills Jr. were returned to the United States.  Since they could not be positively identified, he was buried Section 78, Graves 1004, 1005, and 1006, with seven other POWs at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery in Saint. Louis, Missouri.  Cpl. Raymond J. Graham and Tec 5 Kent W. Hughes Jr, who share the grave, were members of the 192nd Tank Battalion.  The cemetery was selected since the majority of families would have approximately the same distance to drive to the grave. 

    In memory of Edward, his parents had a headstone placed at the Berea Christian Church Cemetery, off the Mackville Road, about four miles southwest of Harrodsburg.

    It should be mentioned, that Edward's sister, Mary Lyle, flew two flags in front of her house in memory of her baby brother.  She flew the flags both day and night, summer and winter.  After she died in 1974, her family sold the house.  The last thing to come down, from in-front of the house, were the flags.

    The photo at the top of the page is of Edward Wills and his nephew.


 

 

 



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