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She next landed a party of carefully selected crew members who blew up a railroad train. This is notable as the only ground combat operation that took place on the Japanese home islands.

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U.S.S. Barb:
The Sub That Sank A Train



In 1973 an Italian submarine named Enrique Tazzoli was sold for a paltry $100,000 as scrap metal.
The submarine, given to the Italian Navy in 1953, was originally the USS Barb, an incredible veter-
an of World War II service with a heritage that never should have passed so unnoticed into the
graveyards of the metal recyclers.




The U.S.S. Barb was a pioneer, paving the way for the first submarine launched missiles
and flying a battle flag unlike that of any other ship.


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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 im-
age of a Japanese locomotive. The U.S.S. Barb was indeed, the submarine that ...
"SANK A TRAIN".



July 18, 1945
(Patience Bay, Off the coast of Karafuto, Japan):
It was after 4 A.M. 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 fa-
there, 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 Comman-
der Fluckey's success would be so great he would be awarded the Medal ofHonor.



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 push-
ed 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 dark-
ness to plant the explosives... one of the sub's 55-pound scuttling charges. But this early morn-
ing 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 en-
dangering 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 circl
ing 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 microswitch ... 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 wea-
there ... 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 excite-
ment 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 engin-
eers 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-quar-
ters 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 lad-
der, 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 ma-
chine gunner yelled, "CAPTAIN! Another train coming up the tracks!" The Commander grab-
bed 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 microswitch.



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 sa-
vor, 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 need-
ed to maneuver the ship have permission to come topside." He didn't have to repeat the invi-
tation. Hatches sprang open as the proud sailors of the Barb gathered on her decks to proud-
ly 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 Ja-
panese homeland. Military tacticians estimated such an invasion would cost more than a mil-
lion 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, un-
leashed 4 days later on Nagasaki, Japan, caused Japan to agree to surrender terms on August
15th.
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On September 2, 1945 in Tokyo Harbor the documents ending the war in the Pacific were
signed.



The story of the saboteurs of the U.S.S. Barb is one of those unique, little known stories of
World War II. I t becomes increasingly important when one realizes that the 8 sailors who
blew up the train near Kashiho, Japan conducted the ONLY GROUND COMBAT OPER-
ATION 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
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Footnote:
Eugene Bennett Fluckey retired from the Navy as a Rear Admiral, and wears in addition to his
Medal of Honor, FOUR Navy Crosses... a record of awards unmatched by any living American.
In 1992 his own history of the U.S.S. Barb was published in the award winning book, THUNDER
BELOW. Over the past several years proceeds from the sale of this exciting book have been us-
ed by Admiral Fluckey to provide free reunions for the men who served him aboard the Barb, and
their wives.



PS: The Admiral had graduated from the US Naval Academy in 1935 and lived to age 93,
passing on in 2007.

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