In 1973 an Italian submarine named Enrique Tazzoli was sold for a paltry $100,000 as scrap metal.
Why is this noteworthy???
The submarine, given to the Italian Navy in 1953, was originally the USS Barb, a veteran of World War II service with a heritage that never should have passed so unnoticed into the graveyards of the metal recyclers…
Medal of Honor, five Navy Crosses, Presidential Unit Citation, twenty-two Silver Stars, and twenty-two Bronze Stars… Those were the ‘main’ awards earned by the USS Barb and her crew!
The USS Barb was a pioneer, paving the way for the first submarine launched missiles and flying a battle flag unlike that of any other ship. In addition to the Medal of Honor ribbon at the top of the flag identifying the heroism of its captain, Commander Eugene “Lucky” Fluckey, the bottom border of the flag bore the image of a Japanese locomotive. The USS Barb was indeed, the submarine that “SANK A TRAIN”.
July 18, 1945 (Patience Bay, off the coast of Karafuto, Japan): It was after 4 AM. And Commander Fluckey rubbed his eyes as he peered over the map spread before him. It was the twelfth war patrol of the Barb, the fifth under Commander Fluckey. He should have turned command over to another skipper after four patrols, but had managed to strike a deal with Admiral Lockwood to make one more trip with the men he cared for like a father, should his fourth patrol be successful. Of course, no one suspected when he had struck that deal prior to his fourth and what should have been his final war patrol on the Barb, that Commander Fluckey’s success would be so great he would be awarded the Medal of Honor.
Commander Fluckey smiled as he remembered that patrol. “Lucky” Fluckey they called him. On January 8th the Barb had emerged victorious from a running two-hour night battle after sinking a large enemy ammunition ship. Two weeks later in Mamkwan Harbor he found the “mother-lode” … More than 30 enemy ships. In only 5 fathoms (30 feet) of water his crew had unleashed the sub’s forward torpedoes, then turned and fired four from the stern. As he pushed the Barb to the full limit of its speed through the dangerous waters in a daring withdrawal to the open sea, he recorded eight direct hits on six enemy ships.
What could possibly be left for the Commander to accomplish who, just three months earlier had been in Washington, DC to receive the Medal of Honor? He smiled to himself as he looked again at the map showing the rail line that ran along the enemy coastline.
Now his crew was buzzing excitedly about bagging a train!
The rail line itself wouldn’t be a problem. A shore patrol could go ashore under cover of darkness to plant the explosives … One of the sub’s 55-pound scuttling charges. But this early morning Lucky Fluckey and his officers were puzzling over how they could blow not only the rails, but also one of the frequent trains that shuttled supplies to equip the Japanese war machine. But no matter how crazy the idea might have sounded, the Barb’s skipper would not risk the lives of his men. Thus the problem …. How to detonate the charge at the moment the train passed, without endangering the life of a shore party. PROBLEM?
Solutions! If you don’t look for them, you’ll never find them. And even then, sometimes they arrive in the most unusual fashion. Cruising slowly beneath the surface to evade the enemy plane now circling overhead, the monotony was broken with an exciting new idea: Instead of having a crewman on shore to trigger explosives to blow both rail and a passing train, why not let the train BLOW ITSELF up? Billy Hatfield was excitedly explaining how he had cracked nuts on the railroad tracks as a kid, placing the nuts between two ties so the sagging of the rail under the weight of a train would break them open. “Just like cracking walnuts,” he explained. “To complete the circuit (detonating the 55-pound charge) we hook in a micro switch … Between two ties. We don’t set it off, the TRAIN does.” Not only did Hatfield have the plan, he wanted to be part of the volunteer shore party.
The solution found, there was no shortage of volunteers; all that was needed was the proper weather…a little cloud cover to darken the moon for the mission ashore. Lucky Fluckey established his own criteria for the volunteer party:
…No married men would be included, except for Hatfield,
…The party would include members from each department,
…The opportunity would be split between regular Navy and Navy Reserve sailors,
…At least half of the men had to have been Boy Scouts, experienced in how to handle themselves in medical emergencies and in the woods.
Finally, “Lucky” Fluckey would lead the saboteurs himself.
When the names of the 8 selected sailors was announced it was greeted with a mixture of excitement and disappointment. Among the disappointed was Commander Fluckey who surrendered his opportunity at the insistence of his officers that “as commander he belonged with the Barb,” coupled with the threat from one that “I swear I’ll send a message to ComSubPac if you attempt this (joining the shore party himself).” Even a Japanese POW being held on the Barb wanted to go, promising not to try to escape!
In the meantime, there would be no more harassment of Japanese shipping or shore operations by the Barb until the train mission had been accomplished. The crew would “lay low”, prepare their equipment, train, and wait for the weather.
July 22, 1945 (Patience Bay , off the coast of Karafuto, Japan) Patience Bay was wearing thin the patience of Commander Fluckey and his innovative crew. Everything was ready. In the four days the saboteurs had anxiously watched the skies for cloud cover, the inventive crew of the Barb had built their micro switch. When the need was proposed for a pick and shovel to bury the explosive charge and batteries, the Barb’s engineers had cut up steel plates in the lower flats of an engine room, then bent and welded them to create the needed tools. The only things beyond their control were the weather….and time. Only five days remained in the Barb’s patrol.
Anxiously watching the skies, Commander Fluckey noticed plumes of cirrus clouds, then white stratus capping the mountain peaks ashore. A cloud cover was building to hide the three-quarters moon. This would be the night.
MIDNIGHT, July 23, 1945
The Barb had crept within 950 yards of the shoreline. If it was somehow seen from the shore it would probably be mistaken for a schooner or Japanese patrol boat. No one would suspect an American submarine so close to shore or in such shallow water. Slowly the small boats were lowered to the water and the 8 saboteurs began paddling toward the enemy beach. Twenty-five minutes later they pulled the boats ashore and walked on the surface of the Japanese homeland.
Stumbling through noisy waist-high grasses, crossing a highway and then into a 4-foot drainage ditch, the saboteurs made their way to the railroad tracks. Three men were posted as guards, Markuson assigned to examine a nearby water tower. The Barb’s auxiliary man climbed the ladder, then stopped in shock as he realized it was an enemy lookout tower….an OCCUPIED tower. Fortunately the Japanese sentry was peacefully sleeping and Markuson was able to quietly withdraw and warn his raiding party.
The news from Markuson caused the men digging the placement for the explosive charge to continue their work more slowly and quietly. Twenty minutes later the holes had been dug and the explosives and batteries hidden beneath fresh soil.
During planning for the mission the saboteurs had been told that, with the explosives in place, all would retreat a safe distance while Hatfield made the final connection. If the sailor who had once cracked walnuts on the railroad tracks slipped during this final, dangerous procedure, his would be the only life lost On this night it was the only order the saboteurs refused to obey, all of them peering anxiously over Hatfield’s shoulder to make sure he did it right. The men had come too far to be disappointed by a switch failure.
1:32 A.M.
Watching from the deck of the Barb, Commander Fluckey allowed himself a sigh of relief as he noticed the flashlight signal from the beach announcing the departure of the shore party. He had skillfully, and daringly, guided the Barb within 600 yards of the enemy beach. There was less than 6 feet of water beneath the sub’s keel, but Fluckey wanted to be close in case trouble arose and a daring rescue of his saboteurs became necessary.
1:45 A.M.
The two boats carrying his saboteurs were only halfway back to the Barb when the sub’s machine gunner yelled, “CAPTAIN! Another train coming up the tracks!” The Commander grabbed a megaphone and yelled through the night, “Paddle like the devil!”, knowing full well that they wouldn’t reach the Barb before the train hit the micro switch.
1:47 A.M.
The darkness was shattered by brilliant light and the roar of the explosion. The boilers of the locomotive blew, shattered pieces of the engine blowing 200 feet into the air. Behind it the cars began to accordion into each other, bursting into flame and adding to the magnificent fireworks display. Five minutes later the saboteurs were lifted to the deck by their exuberant comrades as the Barb turned to slip back to safer waters. Moving at only two knots, it would be a while before the Barb was into waters deep enough to allow it to submerge. It was a moment to savor, the culmination of teamwork, ingenuity and daring by the Commander and all his crew. “Lucky” Fluckey’s voice came over the intercom. “All hands below deck not absolutely needed to maneuver the ship have permission to come topside.” He didn’t have to repeat the invitation. Hatches sprang open as the proud sailors of the Barb gathered on her decks to proudly watch the distant fireworks display. The Barb had “sunk” a Japanese TRAIN!
On August 2, 1945 the Barb arrived at Midway, her twelfth war patrol concluded. Meanwhile United States military commanders had pondered the prospect of an armed assault on the Japanese homeland. Military tacticians estimated such an invasion would cost more than a million American casualties. Instead of such a costly armed offensive to end the war, on August 6th the B-29 bomber Enola Gay dropped a single atomic bomb on the city of Hiroshima, Japan. A second such bomb, unleashed 4 days later on Nagasaki, Japan, caused Japan to agree to surrender terms on August 15. On September 2, 1945, in Tokyo Harbor the documents ending the war in the Pacific were signed.
The story of the saboteurs of the USS Barb is one of those unique, little known stories of World War II. It becomes increasingly important when one realizes that the 8 sailors who blew up the train near Kashiho, Japan conducted the ONLY GROUND COMBAT OPERATION on the Japanese “homeland” of World War II. The eight saboteurs were:
Paul Saunders
William Hatfield
Francis Sever
Lawrence Newland
Edward Klinglesmith
James Richard
John Markuson
William Walker.
Footnote: Eugene Bennett Fluckey retired from the Navy as a Rear Admiral, and wore in addition to his Medal of Honor, FOUR Navy Crosses… In 1992 his own history of the U.S.S. Barb was published in the award winning book, THUNDER BELOW. The proceeds from the sale of this exciting book were used by Admiral Fluckey to provide free reunions for the men who served him aboard the Barb, and their wives. RADM Fluckey died at age 93, in 2007.
Just as an aside, if he was on active duty today and tried something like that in ANY of the last three conflicts, he’d probably have been Courts Martialed…
They truly don’t make em like him anymore!!!
Huzzah for the Barb, but don’t forget that a ship is only a collection of steel. The soul of a ship is the sailors that crewed her.
Just as an aside, if he was on active duty today and tried something like that in ANY of the last three conflicts, he’d probably have been Courts Martialed…
Janet Napolitano would certainly have had him on her watch list with a team of crack Homeland Security people surveilling him. I mean, you never know what the Admiral would say about the first Post-American President.
I have Fluckey’s book. He and Dealey and O’Kane and Gilmore belong to a time when giants truly walked the and…or in this case, sailed the seas for America. And I really hate that most of those old boats survived into the seventies before being destroyed. We could have saved more.
What a great story! I’m gonna see if I can find that book.
It’s the difference between “total war” when we truly meant to win a conflict . . . .
And the warpped and twisted idea of what “winning” has meant since Korea and Vietnam . . . .
We need many more Fluckeys in positions of command!
Those were magnificent men in a much different world than we have today. Too many worried about CYA if something goes wrong. In war, things go wrong.
Great story. We not only need more people like him today, we need to let them do their job.
Here’s the story of another great WWII sub commander. Warning – very definitely NSFW,
http://badassoftheweek.com/wahoo.html
But did he keep his paperwork up to date?
Was all his crew diversity training complete?
Could he account for every nut and bolt that were issued to his boat?
Was he a good manager?
How the world changes!
Gerry
Good old Fluckey was always hanging around 21412… That dude had big, swingin’, boulder-like BALLS & you only have some of the flavor listed above… His book is fantastic & must reading on Amazon. BZ.
Thank God we had such men!
I posted this in my Navy Ship’s news letter. One of our WWII members knew one of the boats men. He heard about this from his friend and had to keep it secret for years. I think today they would be called SEALS.
Paw- True!
LL- Point, and some ‘serious’ questions are getting asked up here… sigh…
Murph- Yep, and the guys flying the Black Cats weren’t bad either!!!
Andy- It’s WELL worth it!
eia/ADM- Well said!!!
Tim- Yep Wahoo was ONE BAD BOAT!
Gerry- Probably AFTER they got back to Pearl… 🙂
Russell- Concur!
Rev- Yep, no question!
CP- Or UDT in those days…
I can’t help but agree with all previous comments. But I wonder what the back story is concerning the POW on board who wanted to volunteer. And I also wonder if the lady with the same name who recently wanted the government to pay for her condoms is an example of how much we have changed as a society. I’m sure the Admiral would not like to admit to her being a relative.
Gaffer- Dunno, but maybe he was reading the ‘handwriting’ on the wall… And no, probably not!!!
Fabulous read!!
Reminds me of that scene in the old Gary Cooper movie Operation Petticoat where the sub blew up a train with a torpedo. Pure Hollywood, of course, but overall not a bad flick.
Agirl- Yep!
Tim- That was ‘based’ loosely on the Barb incident!
Yeah, I and my wife first thought they’d sink it a la Cary Grant.
Great story.
Sending link to my son.
Great post.
Ed- LOL
WSF- Thanks!
I was very fortunate to have attended the 1993 Charleston Submarine Christmas Ball (only 3 boats left in Squadron 16 by that time), at which RADM Fluckey was the guest of honor. Our WWII submariners did incredible things – what an honor to have that as our heritage.