Edge of Valor is the fifth thriller by John J. Gobbell featuring the World War II exploits of Cdr. Todd Ingram, commanding officer of the destroyer USS Maxwell (DD 525) who saves his ship when it is hit by a kamikaze off Okinawa. For repairs, the ship pulls into Kerama Rhetto, Okinawa, where the men receive news of the war’s end. Ingram expects to be shipped home like the rest of his crew but instead receives orders to fly to Manila, where he is met by Brig. Gen. Otis Dewitt, an Army buddy from his days on Corregidor who is now an intelligence aide to Gen. Richard K. Sutherland, chief of staff to General MacArthur. On Ingram’s C-54 are sixteen Japanese senior military and civilian diplomats who meet with Sutherland to discuss formal surrender arrangements. Two days later the terms are settled and Ingram is working with one of the Japanese delegates to ensure that mines laid in Tokyo Bay are neutralized, allowing for safe passage of more than two hundred Allied ships. While Ingram is promised that he can attend the surrender ceremony on board the USS Missouri (BB 63), DeWitt, in concert with the State Department, has an ulterior motive and sends Ingram to Karafuto (Sakhalin Island, according to Soviet maps) to defuse a Soviet attack on Hokkaido, the northernmost home island of Japan. Ingram’s old adversary, Edward Dezhnev, is the brigade commander responsible for laying siege to a Japanese holdout garrison in Toro, a natural jumping-off place for an attack on Hokkaido..
Also in Toro, DeWitt explains, is Walter Boring, a Red Cross representative holding two crates of overwhelming photographic evidence of Japan’s experiments on live human beings in China. Ingram is expected to return with those crates, but how can he when Boring is being protected by the Japanese garrison in Toro, where Dezhnev and his troops stand ready to overpower them at any moment?
As his shipmates prepare to return to their loved ones, Ingram’s war continues. Three weeks earlier he had been fighting the Japanese, and the Russians were supposed to be friends. Now he doesn’t know who to trust.
Novels by John J. Gobbell
A Call to Colors
(Todd Ingram series)
Edge of Valor
The Neptune Strategy
When Duty Whispers Low
A Code for Tomorrow
The Last Lieutenant
The Brutus Lie
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Summary: “Edge of Valor is the fifth thriller by John J. Gobbell featuring the World War II exploits of Cdr. Todd Ingram. As commanding officer of the destroyer USS Maxwell, Ingram must save his ship when it is hit by a kamikaze on the last day of the war. After the war’s end, Brig. Gen. Otis Dewitt, an Army buddy from Corregidor and now an intelligence aide on MacArthur’s staff, takes Ingram to Manila on the same aircraft as sixteen Japanese diplomats. MacArthur’s staff and the Japanese envoys negotiate the terms for Japan’s surrender. DeWitt and the State Department then send Ingram to Sakhalin Island to defuse a Soviet attack on Hokkaido, where Ingram’s old adversary, Edward Dezhnev, is the commander laying siege to a Japanese command in Toro. Also on Toro is Walter Boring, a Red Cross representative with two crates of overwhelming photographic evidence of Japan’s experiments on humans in China. Ingram must return with those crates, but Boring is guarded by the Japanese garrison in Toro and is under attack by Dezhnev. Three weeks earlier Ingram had been fighting the Japanese, and the Russians were supposedly his friends. Now, he doesn’t know who to trust”— Provided by publisher.
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Dedicated to the men and women who served in the American and Allied forces during the long, and sometimes bloody, Cold War. Your contribution may have not been immediately apparent, but you did indeed prevail. Because of you, the world is a much better place. Well done.
Contents
Acknowledgments
Cast of Characters
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Part Two
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Part Three
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgments
There’s no doubt that people are the essence of it all: our friends, our relatives, our spouses and children, our bosses, teachers, coworkers, healthcare providers, casual acquaintances, even those we don’t count among our friends. They drive the engine that allows us to exercise our talents and, eventually, accomplish a goal or two—maybe even more if the good Lord is with us. I am no exception. I constantly turn to these people whether or not I’m in trouble. Their comfort and talents sustain me. Over the years they have contributed to my works in more ways than they will ever know. Among them, in no significant order are the following.
The flying scenes were greatly enhanced by Capt. Daniel Truax, USN (Ret.), and my old friend and corsair jockey Dick Bertea, formerly a pilot for the U.S. Marine Corps. Commentary about U.S. Navy organization, tactics, and equipment came from “tin can sailor” Rear Adm. David Ramsey, USN (Ret.). An
other old friend, submariner, and fellow author, Cdr. George A. Wallace, USN (Ret.), provided kind advice as well. Yet another friend and contributor is fellow tin can sailor Terry Miller, executive director and editor of the National Association of Destroyer Veterans. A wonderful friend, yachtsman, naval aviator, and patriot, Capt. Randall J. Lynch, commanding officer of the NROTC unit at Embry Riddle Aeronautical University, helped with naval customs and usage.
When medical problems were involved, I once more turned to Dr. Russell Striff and Fred Meister, PhD. Elsewhere I received fine counsel from Bob Bailey, Robert G. Mahan, and Beverly Hills Police Chief David L. Snowden. My hat is off once again to Susan Kechekian of USC’s Department of Slavic Studies for her invaluable help with Russian translations not only here but also in the second novel of the Todd Ingram series, A Code for Tomorrow.
Most of all, thanks to Rick Russell, director of the Naval Institute Press, whose kind commentary, suggestions, and editing provided the true engine for this work.
As always, my wife, Janine, is not only a great editor (something I relearn every time I go through this) but also a marvelous and loving partner. None of this—and all of the wonderful events in my life—would have occurred without her.
Also, to you, my readers thank you, and thank you, and thank you for your support, encouragement, critique, and e-mails over the years. Truly, it is you who keep me going. Please visit my website, www.JohnJGobbell.com, for commentary on my novels including photos of the actual people, places, and military equipment portrayed herein. Many of the characters in this novel appear in the previous four Todd Ingram novels. As always, mistakes herein are mine alone, many times called to my attention by your kind e-mails. Please keep it up.
JJG
February 2014
Newport Beach, California
Cast of Characters
Note: Karafuto Island and Toro Airfield became Sakhalin Oblast and Shakhtyorsk Airfield, respectively, after the Soviets captured them in August–September 1945.
U.S. Navy
USS Maxwell (DD 525) (Crackerjack), attached to DESRON 77
Cdr. Alton C. (Todd) Ingram, commanding officer
Lt. Cdr. Eldon P. (Tubby) White, executive officer
Lt. Thomas F. (Woody) Woodruff, operations officer
Lt. Julian Falco, gunnery officer, main battery director
DESRON 77
Maxwell (flag); DesDiv 77.1, Maxwell (flag), Shaler, Bertea, and Geiler; DesDiv 77.2, Wallace (flag), Cheffer, Beaulieu, and Truax
Capt. Jeremiah T. (Boom Boom) Landa, commodore, Destroyer Squadron 77
Eleventh Naval District, Long Beach, California
Cdr. Oliver P. (Ollie) Toliver III, case officer, Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI)
Cdr. Walter (Walt) Hodges, supply officer, Long Beach Naval Station
Other U.S. Navy Personnel
Adm. William F. Halsey Jr., commander, Third Fleet
Vice Adm. John S. McCain Sr., commander, Task Force 38 under Admiral Halsey
Lt. Larry M. O’Toole, attached as Japanese-language interpreter to Manila peace talks and first Karafuto expedition
U.S. Army
SCAP Staff, Manila and Tokyo
Gen. Douglas A. MacArthur, supreme commander of the Allied Powers (SCAP)
Gen. Richard K. Sutherland, General MacArthur’s chief of staff
Brig. Gen. Otis (n) DeWitt, aide to General Sutherland
Col. Sydney Mashbir, Japanese-language expert and chief negotiator, Manila
Maj. Clive W. Neidemeier, State Department liaison, Ie Shima Air Base/Atsugi Air Base
Karafuto (Sakhalin) Expeditions
First expedition: USAAF C-54, tail number 626384 (Hot Rod 384)
Second expedition: USAAF C-54 744326 (Apprentice 26)
Maj. Marvin F. (Bucky) Radcliff, pilot and aircraft commander, first expedition
1st Lt. Leroy Telford K. Peoples, copilot, first expedition; pilot and aircraft commander, second expedition
Capt. Jonathan L. (Jon) Berne, navigator, first and second expeditions
2nd Lt. Richard W. Lassiter, copilot, second expedition
Sgt. Leonard (n) Hammer, flight sergeant, engineer, first and second expeditions
GySgt. Ulysses Gaylord (Ugly) Harper, USMC, squad leader of thirteen Marines, first expedition
Colin Blinde, agent, Office of Strategic Services (OSS)
San Pedro, California
Maj. Helen Durand Ingram, U.S. Army, Todd Ingram’s wife; floor nurse, Ward 6, Fort MacArthur Infirmary
Emma Peabody, Todd and Helen Ingram’s next-door neighbor on South Alma Street
Maj. Julian T. Raduga, MD, U.S. Army, psychiatrist, Fort MacArthur Infirmary
Cpl. Eddie Bergen, patient, Ward 6, Fort MacArthur Infirmary; previously U.S. Army M-4 tanker on Okinawa
Hollywood, California
Laura West, pianist, NBC Symphony Orchestra, West Coast Division
Maestro Arturo Toscanini, conductor, NBC Symphony Orchestra, West Coast Division
Roberta Thatcher, business manager, NBC Symphony Orchestra
Anoushka Dezhnev, Russian film star; mother of Eduard Dezhnev
Soviets
USSR Navy
Captain Third Rank Eduard Ianovich Dezhnev, garrison commander, 21st Naval Regiment, Shakhtyorsk Airfield, Sakhalin Island
Captain First Rank Gennady Kulibin, Dezhnev’s immediate superior at Shakhtyorsk Airfield, Sakhalin; later, commanding officer of the cruiser Admiral Volshkov
NKVD (Narodnyi Kommissariat Vnutrennikh del), Soviet Secret Service, predecessor of the MGB and KGB
Karol Dudek, Polish assassin
Oleg Lepechn, agent, Shakhtyorsk Airfield, Sakhalin
Matvie Borzakov, agent, Shakhtyorsk Airfield, Sakhalin
Imperial Japanese Navy (IJN)
Captain Shiroku Fujimoto, commander minefields of Tokyo Bay and environs
Major Kotoku Fujimoto, commander Toro Airfield, Karafuto (Sakhalin), Imperial Japanese Marines
International Red Cross
Walter Frederick Boring, Geneva, Switzerland; representative assigned to the northeast Asia sector
Greater East Asia, 1945
Okinawa Prefecture, Ryukyu Islands, Japan, 1945
Tokyo and Environs, 1945
PART ONE
At the height of a kamikaze raid off Okinawa in April 1945, Rear Adm. Arleigh Burke of the U.S. Fifth Fleet heard a voice transmission from an unidentified destroyer that had just been hit, killing all of her senior officers:
“‘I am an ensign,’ the voice said. ‘I have been on this ship for a little while. I have been in the Navy for only a little while. I will fight this ship to the best of my ability and forgive me for the mistakes I am about to make.’”
—E. B. Potter, Admiral Arleigh Burke
We do not intend that the Japanese shall be enslaved as a race or destroyed as a nation; the Japanese Government shall remove all obstacles to the revival and strengthening of democratic tendencies among the Japanese people. But stern justice shall be meted out to all war criminals. . . . Freedom of speech, of religion, and of thought, as well as respect for the fundamental human rights, shall be established.
—Potsdam Declaration, Article 5, Conference of the Allied Powers, Potsdam, Germany, July 26, 1945
Chapter One
9 August 1945
USS Maxwell (DD 525), Task Force 38, North Pacific Ocean, twenty-three miles east of Hitachi, Japan
A lonely sun hung above the Japanese coastline as if governed by its own whim—it alone would decide when to set, and to hell with nautical predictions fabricated by mere mortals. The orange-red ball cast a miasma of reds and pinks around a circular formation retiring to the east, the day’s deadly task now done. The group consisted of four cruisers and eight destroyers protecting the battleship Iowa in the center. Four F6F Hellcats, their combat air patrol, buzzed lazily overhead, watching, w
aiting.
The setting sun made everybody nervous. Bad things happened at sunset and sunrise. The desperate Japanese were hurling kamikazes after the Third Fleet. The damage had been great; ship after ship had been taken off the line for repairs; many had been sunk. Destroyers and carriers had borne the brunt. In many cases the destroyers, the “little boys,” had been crumpled into junk as if smashed by a giant fist.
The Maxwell was again at general quarters after a long day’s work. The crew had stood at their battle stations during sunrise. Then, during the day, Task Force 38 had moved close to the Japanese mainland and the Iowa had hurled her 16-inch, 2,000-pound projectiles eight miles inland. Her target: the industrial section of Ibaraki Prefecture, where Hitachi Industries’ electronics works were concentrated.
The Maxwell and the rest of the task force had been close enough to pump out a few rounds as well. But as they retired for the evening the destroyers readied their 5-inch guns for the kamikazes’ deadly retribution. Gun crews struck the “common” ammunition with base-detonating fuses below into the magazines and pulled up antiaircraft projectiles with proximity fuses, stocking them in the upper handling rooms for immediate use. Now they were once again at general quarters to defend against the raid that was certain to come.
Cdr. Todd Ingram paced his bridge, tugging at the straps on his life vest. The Maxwell had made it through so far. Whether by luck or Divine intervention or skillful fighting and maneuvering, Ingram couldn’t say. After the protracted Okinawa campaign coupled with Admiral Halsey’s triumphant bombardment of the coast of Japan, he was too tired to think about it. For the past four months he’d averaged five hours of sleep a day. Along with the rest of the crew he’d lived from meal to meal and watch to watch, becoming a near automaton.
But over the past three days a different feeling had crept over Ingram—and, perhaps by osmosis, over the crew as well. Something awesome and horrific had happened at Hiroshima. Rumors flew around the fleet. The war could be over. Expectations of surrender grew into dreams—a good night’s sleep, a week’s worth of good night’s sleep; a thick, juicy steak; plenty of beer; and course zero-nine-zero: home. But the good news didn’t come; the pressure was still on. No sleep, no beer, no steak, no homeward trek; just more kamikazes and the incessant cracking of guns and the smell of cordite and the odor of death.