This vivid account of a week with the U.S. Marines in the Solomon Islands was written by New York Times Correspondent F. Tillman Durdin, and is reprinted by permission of the Times:
Life has never a dull moment for the Marines on Guadalcanal, site of the important Solomons air base that was wrested from the Japanese a month ago. If the enemy is not attacking, the Marines are.
Existence is an incessant struggle for survival and a continuous series of alarms and surprises and battles and excursions. Marines here say it isn't so bad now as it was, but there is still plenty of excitement—enough to make "never a dull moment" almost the universal phrase for passing the time of day out here.
On the night of my arrival on Guadalcanal (Sept. 1) the Marine positions were bombed twice by large flights of Japanese aircraft. Shortly after midnight three enemy warships, either cruisers or destroyers, slipped in to shore some 15 miles to the east of our bivouac and were landing troops and supplies.
The night vibrated with the whirl of wings as our planes took to the skies to attack the Japanese air and sea raiders. Enemy bombs bracketed our encampment and a few were killed and several injured. The Marines, cursing "Tojo" tumbled from their bedrolls to their foxholes and then back to bed again. The moon broke hazily through the scudding clouds and made splotches of pale light beneath the palm and ironwood trees. It was a typical night on Guadalcanal.
The Japanese bombed us again about noon the next day and our fighters got four Zeros and two bombers in an air battle.
The following night "Oscar"—the Japanese submarine that seems to lurk continuously offshore—surfaced at midnight and indulged in some ten minutes of scattered shelling of Marines. There were no casualties.
"Never a dull moment," said the Marines the following morning as they broke out their shaving kits and washbasins. "Did you ever read The Forty Days of Musa Dagh?" asked one officer reflectively as he sorted out his mess gear at breakfast table. Life is like that on Guadalcanal.
Two nights later two Japanese destroyers and a light cruiser crept into the bay off Guadalcanal and shelled the shore positions. U.S. destroyers the day before had taken a Marine raiding party to little Savo Island off Guadalcanal to clean up the remnant of Japanese forces there. Life is like that on Guadalcanal.
Another raider group swept through the extensive area westward of the Marines' perimeter, hunting down a Japanese force that has a foothold there. A half-dozen Japanese were flushed and shot. The rest fled beyond range and down the coast.
Meanwhile, the routine camp life goes on. The Marines bivouacked in encampments over an area of jungles and palm trees. The palm trees here are part of the world's largest coconut plantation, owned by Lever Bros., and are the source of copra for soaps that are sold all over the globe.
Most of the Marines live on the ground under tiny pup tents. The others, who are without tents, have rigged up makeshift caves in the sides of the hills.