"The Barb" The submarine which sunk a train"
The
Barb - awesome story!
Thirty-nine
years ago, an
Italian submarine was sold for a paltry $100,000 as
scrap. The submarine, given to the Italian Navy in
1953 ... was originally the USS Barb ... an incredible
veteran of World War II service ... with a heritage that
should not have been melted away without any
recognition.
The
U.S.S. Barb was a pioneer, paving the way for the first
submarine to launch missiles and it flew 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. And the bottom border of the flag
bore the image of a Japanese train
locomotive.
The
U.S.S. Barb was indeed, the submarine
that SANK A TRAIN !
July
18, 1945 In 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 the submarine's command
over to another skipper after four patrols, but had managed
to strike a deal with Admiral Lockwood to make a fifth trip
with the men he cared for like a father.
Of
course, no one suspected when he had struck that deal prior
to his fourth and should have been his final war patrol,
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 explosives at the moment
the train passed, without endangering the life of a shore
party.
If
you don't search your brain looking 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
... and mounted it between two ties, directly under the
steel rail.
"
We don't set it off ... the TRAIN
will."
Not only did Hatfield have the plan, he wanted to go along
with the volunteer shore party.
After
the solution was 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 sabotage mission
ashore.
Lucky
Fluckey established his criteria for the volunteer
party:
[
1 ] No married men would be included, except for
Hatfield,
[ 2 ] The party would include members from each
department,
[ 3 ] The opportunity would be split evenly
between regular Navy and Navy Reserve sailors,
[ 4 ] At
least half of the men had to have been Boy Scouts,
experienced in handling medical emergencies and tuned into
woods lore.
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.
Members
of the submarine's demolition squad were: · Chief
Gunners Mate Paul G. Saunders, USN; · Electricians
Mate 3rd Class Billy R. Hatfield, USNR; · Signalman
2nd Class Francis N. Sevei, USNR; · Ships
Cook 1st Class Lawrence W. Newland, USN; · Torpedomans
Mate 3rd Class Edward W. Klingesmith, USNR; · Motor
Machinists Mate 2nd Class James E. Richard,
USN; · Motor
Machinists Mate 1st Class John Markuson, USN;
and · Lieutenant
William M. Walker, USNR.
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
the Commander attempted to join the demolition shore
party."
In
the meantime, there would be no harassing of Japanese
shipping or shore operations by the Barb until the train
mission had been accomplished. The crew would ' lay
low' to prepare their equipment, practice and plan and wait
for the weather.
July
22, 1945 Patience Bay [Off the coast of Karafuto, Japan
]
Waiting
in 30 feet of water in 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 crafted and tested 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 digging
tools.
The
only things beyond their control were the weather ... and
the limited 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. So, 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 tower's
ladder, then stopped in shock as he realized it was an enemy
lookout tower ... an OCCUPIED enemy
lookout tower.
Fortunately
the Japanese sentry was peacefully sleeping. And
Markuson was able to quietly withdraw to warn his raiding
party.
The
news from Markuson caused the men digging the placement for
the explosive charge to continue their work more quietly and
slower. Twenty minutes later, the demolition holes had
been carved by their crude tools 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. BUT
IF the sailor who had once cracked walnuts on the railroad
tracks slipped or messed up during this final, dangerous
procedure ... his would be the only life
lost.
On
this night it was the only order the sub's saboteurs refused
to obey, and all of them peered anxiously over
Hatfield’s
shoulder to be sure he did it right. The men had come
too far to be disappointed by a bungled switch
installation.
1:32
A.M. Watching
from the deck of the submarine, Commander Fluckey allowed
himself a sigh of relief as he noticed the flashlight signal
from the beach announcing the departure of the shore
party. Fluckey had daringly, but skillfully guided the
Barb within 600 yards of the enemy beach
sand.
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 bridge 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
!' There's 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 railroad freight cars accordioned
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 eased away ... slipping back to the
safety of the deep.
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.
Members
of the sabotage team pose with the Ships
flag (The
train mission is noted at the center bottom of the
flag)
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 15th.
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. It
becomes increasingly important when one realizes that the [
8 ] eight sailors who blew up the train near Kashiho , Japan
conducted the ONLY GROUND COMBAT
OPERATIONon the Japanese homeland during World War
II.
[
Footnote : Eugene Bennett Fluckey retired from the Navy as a
Rear Admiral, and wore in addition to his Medal of Honor . .
[ 4 ]FOUR Navy Crosses . . a record of heroic awards
unmatched by any American in military
history.]
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 used by Admiral Fluckey to provide free reunions
for the men who served him aboard the Barb, and their
wives.
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