Sailing across the Pacific, the battle-scarred heavy cruiser Indianapolis delivered a secret cargo that would trigger the end of World War II. Then, continuing westward, she was torpedoed and sunk by a Japanese submarine. More than 900 men spent four horrific days and five nights in the ocean with no water to drink, savaged by a pitiless sun and swarms of sharks. Incredibly, nobody knew of their plight until a Navy patrol plane accidentally discovered them. Miraculously, 316 crewmen still survived.
Originally published in 1958, Abandon Ship! was the first book to describe the unspeakable ordeal the survivors of the Indianapolis endured, and the first to scrutinize the role of the U.S. Navy in the saga, including the surprising court-martial of the ship's Captain, Charles Butler McVay III.
This newly released edition, updated with a new introduction and after-word by Peter Maas, reveals facts unavailable to Newcomb and chronicles a 40-year crusade to restore the Captain's good name. Maas also pays tribute to the author who dared, ahead of his time, to expose military malfeasance and cover-up and inspire a courageous battle to correct a grave miscarriage of justice.
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About the Author
Richard F. Newcomb served as a wartime naval correspondent during World War II and received a Purple Heart. He is a retired news editor of the Associated Press and the author of six books, including Savo, and Iwo Jima.. He lives in Palm Coast, Florida.
Kevin Conway has starred on stage in The Elephant Man and Other People's Money and in such films as Gettysburg, The Confession, and Ramblin' Rose.
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Lieutenant Commander Mochitsura Hashimoto of the Imperial Japanese Navy, was not a happy man. A war that had started out so gloriously -- both for him and for the Empire -- was turning out disastrously. Even the opportunity of dying for the Emperor had been denied him, and he felt a sense of unworthiness.
His personal affairs might be said to have gone very well. He had advanced steadily in rank, he was happily married, and his wife had given him three fine sons. At thirty-six he was in command of one of the newest and finest submarines in the navy-in fact, one of the few still operating. If only he could have a chance to serve...
His chance was coming, very soon, and it would find him well prepared. Hashimoto was born in 1909 in the quiet and beautiful shrine city of Kyoto, ancient capital of Japan for nearly eleven centuries. He was the eighth child and the fifth and last son of a high Shinto priest.
Mochitsura did well in his studies, and while he was in the Third High School in Kyoto, one of the best in Japan, his father began to think of entering him for the Japanese Naval Academy. The family was not particularly naval-minded, but there was the question of money.
The income of a chief priest of an important Shinto shrine, even with the government subsidy granted to priests of the State religion, was barely enough when nine children had to be provided for. And the military was a respected tradition, providing education at government expense and promising a good future for those who qualified.
Mochitsura was graduated from high school in 1927. He was eighteen, still something of a country boy, but self-possessed andrespectful, though not servile. He seemed well-fitted for the navy, which, as in some other countries, considered itself just a little superior to the army. The Japanese Navy, though young, already had a tradition. The sea was Japan's life, and nobody in the crowded islands lived more than a hundred miles from it.
Leaving home for the first time, young Hashimoto entered the Naval Academy in 1927. His oldest brother had already graduated from the national military academy and was now on active duty with the Japanese Army. The Naval Academy was located on Eta Jima, an island in Hiroshima Bay a few miles west of the great naval base of Kure, on the Inland Sea. Here for the next four years Mochitsura got the rough edges knocked off. He studied the history of Japan and the navy, engineering, and naval tactics. He also spent much time in judo and other military-style athletics.
Hashimoto was graduated in 1931, at the opening of an era. It was the dawn of Japan's Greater Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. There may have been a depression in America but there was work for every hand in Japan. The Japanese Army overran Manchuria, launched the war in China, and made plans for still greater conquests. Hashimoto had his first assignment in submarines in 1934, followed by duty in destroyers and subchasers in China waters. In 1937 two things happened: Hashimoto's oldest brother, a full colonel, was killed in the fighting in North China, and Hashimoto married Miss Nobuko Miki, daughter of a well-to-do Osaka businessman. The following year Hashimoto was chosen for Navy Torpedo School and, in 1939, for Submarine School. In 1940, a great event occurred in the Hashimoto household. His first child, a son, Michihiro, was born. Remembering his own happy childhood in a large family, Hashimoto hoped for more.
By early 1941, it was clear that a crisis with the United States was approaching. Hashimoto of course knew nothing of the grand strategy being planned, but he sensed that great things were coming, and he felt ready. At thirty-two he was sturdy and well-built, his muscles hard and his mind keen. Like any good submarine man, he looked forward to his own command some day, and with events obviously shaping up, the future looked bright.
Right now, he was assigned to the 1-24, a new submarine, as torpedo officer. At Kure, the 1-24 was formed into a squadron with four other new boats, and during the summer and fall they practiced maneuvers with a group of midget subs. On November 18, under sealed orders, the squadron sailed from Kure, a midget sub clamped to the afterdeck of each vessel. The night before, Admiral Chiuchi Nagumo, Commander of the Pearl Harbor Striking Force, had quietly slipped out to sea in his flagship, the carrier Aragi, and headed for a rendezvous with powerful units in the Kuriles. Mighty things were brewing.
The 1-24 moved steadily eastward, and on Saturday night, December 6, boldly surfaced ten miles off Waikiki. The skipper, Lieutenant Commander Hiroshi Hanabusa, led the way to the deck and the excited crew could see the glare of neon lights on the horizon, as Waikiki enjoyed its last carefree moments. Down below, Hashimoto tuned in radio station KGMB and enjoyed the Hawaiian music. Sublieutenant Kazuo Sakamaki went through his final ritual, for he was to ride one of the midget submarines with Seaman First Class Kyoji Inagaki as his crewman. The ritual over, including a visit to the Shinto shrine on board, they were cast off at 5:30 A.M.
In the waters nearby there were twenty-seven other Japanese submarines, several of them, like the 1-24, engaged in launching midgets. It was the last the I-24 ever saw of Sakamaki, but not the last of Sakamaki. Two days later he was found, exhausted but alive, on the beach near Bellows Field. It was his great dishonor to be one of the first, and the few, Japanese prisoners ever taken. His midget was nearby, hung up on a reef, but Inagaki's body was never found.Abandon Ship!. Copyright © by Richard Newcomb. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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Great story of the USS Indianapolis and the tragic story of survival and determination.
The heavy cruiser Indianapolis sank after being torpedoed, on a Sunday night in 1945. By the time rescue arrived, four days and five nights later, the more than 900 officers and crewman who made it into the water alive had been pared down to just 316 survivors. Sharks, exposure, thirst, injuries from the attack, and delusional behavior took man after man. So did saturated, failing kapok life jackets. The Indianapolis had sailed without destroyer escort, and no one went looking when it failed to reach its destination on schedule because a combat vessel's arrival wasn't recorded by port authorities for wartime security reasons. Author Newcomb's account of the cruiser's sinking and its survivors' ordeal makes for page-turning reading. The book really becomes wrenching, though, after their rescue. The Navy wasn't about to accept responsibility for having created the situation that first made the ship unusually vulnerable to submarine attack, and then practically guaranteed a long delay (at best) in rescue for those who escaped its sinking. How those above him deliberately went about sacrificing Captain Charles McVay to save their own careers and reputations is just plain terrifying.
H.R. 4205, the National Defense Authorization Act, contains these words, 'Captain McVay's miltary record should now reflect that he is exonerated for the loss of the USS Indianapolis and the lives of her crew.' On July 13th of this year Navy Secretary Gordon English placed the exoneration in Captain VcVay's jacket, albeit,slightly a little late. Captain McVay took his own life in 1968. Mr. Newcomb combines the talents of historian, author, and sleuth, and he writes in an interesting style in that his historical characters become alive. It should be noted that forty years ago, he wrote another fantastic work entitled 'Savo: the Incredible Naval Debacle off Guadalcanal' Despite its unwiedly title, it proved fascinating reading for a young lad, and it was recalled thirty-six years later and formed a basis for my work entitled 'The Bode Testament' which can be found on this site. Thank you Mr. Publisher for bringing back 'Abandon Ship,' a must-read.
This a good book. It goes throught what happened on The Indianapolis. I couldn't put it down.