Captain America is My Hero

He’s a character from a comic book, the genre that epitomizes simplified plots and uncomplicated dialog. Yet Captain America may tap into something truly and uniquely American, the spirit we as a nation found during World War II, the spirit that enabled us to come together, to fight, to win. Maybe that’s a little much to put on a comic book character who has become, in turn, an action-movie icon. Maybe, but let’s study on it a little.

Cap started out as a young man named Steve Rogers. Steve was 4F, a Selective Service classification meaning physically unfit for service. He was also the quintessential “98-pound weakling.” Steve got into fights he couldn’t win, with opponents bigger, tougher, faster; he got knocked down, but he kept getting up and returning to the fight. He also kept going back to the draft board, hoping he could finagle his way into the service, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t be rejected. Steve had a big heart, and that heart wanted to serve his country in time of need.

Finally Steve gets his chance. It seems there was a scientist who developed a miraculous serum that was the basis of a process that would rewire the young man’s brain and rebuild his body. The serum turned Steve Rogers into what an earlier time would have called a demi-god, investing him with superior strength, agility, reflexes, endurance and durability.

Steve Rogers got his wish, and more. He became a super soldier.

He was supposed to be the first of many, but Dr. Erskine, the scientist who developed the serum, was assassinated, the project laboratory destroyed. Steve Rogers, the first super soldier, would now be the only one of his kind.

This is the origin of Captain America, the 98-pound weakling who becomes a super-soldier. What can we make of that in terms of symbolism?

Maybe we could look at the real US of A in 1940. In truth, in many ways, our country was a 98-pound weakling on the international stage. In 1940, we had the 19th largest army in the world — after Yugoslavia. We had a good Navy, but our Air Force was still called the Air Corps. In 1940, indeed, through 1941, it couldn’t have matched the Nazi Luftwaffe or Britain’s RAF. When war came in December of 1941, our Air Corps, undertrained and poorly equipped, tried valiantly to oppose the Japanese. But at that time we were a 98-pound weakling, and like the weak everywhere, we got our butts kicked. Sure, we had the potential. We had the best workers, the best brains (look at the Manhattan Project!) and the most money. But the US was still way, way behind.

The US was Steve Rogers, before the serum.

The country’s “special serum” was Pearl Harbor. Few events in history have mobilized a nation the way the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor did. Every World War II veteran I’ve ever spoken with mentioned that as a factor in wanting to join up.

We’re looking at symbolism, though, so let’s stay with Cap.

What about the “Super Soldier Program”? I contend one might see this as a metaphor for that ancient rite of passage called “basic training.” It takes time and a tough drill sergeant to turn civilians into soldiers. Lots of civilians went through this during World War II. Maybe there weren’t “super soldiers.” Sure as hell they were the next best thing.

That silly, gaudy costume Cap wore. Think of Captain America as the action-hero version of a symbol that’s been around for a long time: Uncle Sam. Then think of every recruiting poster from World War II, especially those of the Marine Corps if they showed Marines in their dress blues. A lot of those recruiting posters might remind you of Captain America.

A symbol has to be a little more universal in its appeal. Not just to future Marines, but to all of us. That’s Cap.

In our cynical times we tend to see Cap as a little too much of a Boy Scout. People like that, we think, are suckers, easily deceived and taken advantage of. Just what are those qualities, though? A Scout, as I recall, is trustworthy, loyal, brave, courteous, reverent, truthful, and someother qualities I’d have to look up in my Boy Scout Handbook to remember. What’s wrong with being trustworthy, courteous and truthful?  It’s worth remembering now that those qualities were pretty much taken for granted as a standard for behavior in the 1930s and 1940s. Even the bad guys acknowledged that was what the “good guys” stood for, even if the bad guys – gangsters, Nazis or whomever – laughed at them for it. Cap is straightforward, unsubtle and uncomplicated: what you see is what you get. That made Cap vulnerable to deception, since fundamentally honest and uncomplicated people have to learn by bitter experience about the capacity for deception in others. Then they have to learn something even harder: the fact that, in deceiving others, regardless of purity of motive, you run the risk of deceiving yourself and becoming the thing you fight. Deceiving yourself renders you more and not less vulnerable to deception by others, especially when those others know your self-deceptions. In deceiving yourself, you lose sight of something precious: who you really are.

If you don’t believe that, watch some of the cowboy movies that came out of Hollywood in the 1930s. Better yet, read the novels of Zane Grey. Zane Grey also understood the American psyche. His cowboy and gunfighter heroes would have known Cap as a kindred spirit immediately. They probably would have joshed him about the costume, though: “Pard Cap, why don’t yuh just wear a white hat? At least it’d keep the sun out of yore eyes.”

The organization Hydra and its leader, the Red Skull, are masters at the art of deception. They hide their true nature like the Red Skull uses a mask to hide his own misshapen appearance. Of course, if we knew who he really was, would we go anywhere near him? But that ugly red skull is itself symbolic, conveying the true nature of the Nazis, or, perhaps, the Soviets, or whatever enemy is hiding and betraying in our midst at the present time.

So what have we got? Steve Rogers and Captain America are part of the American psyche, and still have the power to resonate within us. Hopefully they remind us about what is best in America and warn us about what could destroy that spirit. If we become our enemies, by adopting their deceptions and tactics as our own, who wins? The motto of Hydra, after all, is “Cut off one head, two spring up in its place.”

It was a mythological hero who slew the Hydra. Maybe my hero Captain America taps into something of that same ancient force. I’d like to think so.

 

 

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Hard Men, Desperate Times: the 19th Bomb Group in the SW Pacific

 

 During the early morning hours of December 8, an Army cook just coming off duty at Clark Field on the island of Luzon tuned in his Zenith Transoceanic radio to the Honolulu radio station. He heard the announcer broadcasting that Japanese aircraft were attacking Pearl Harbor. At more or less the same time, the radio operator on duty at the Cavite Navy Yard on Manila Bay overheard a message transmitted in clear from Pearl Harbor: AIR RAID PEARL HARBOR THIS IS NO DRILL.

By 0600 Philippines time all units of the Asiatic Fleet, the Far Eastern Air Force, and US Army ground units were on full alert. P-40 pursuits at Clark, Iba and Nichols Field were prepared to take the air to intercept the long-anticipated Japanese air attack. B-17s of the 19th Bomb Group at Clark Field went aloft to avoid being caught on the ground. General Brereton, commander of the FEAF, requested permission to bomb Japanese airfields on Formosa; the refusal of permission by MacArthur is a decision that remains shrouded in mystery and controversial to this day. By 1100 hours no attack had materialized. P-40 pursuits had to land to refuel. The B-17s, finally given permission to attack Formosa, landed at Clark Field to refuel and bomb up.

The Japanese struck Clark Field at 1240 while most of these airplanes were on the ground. An airman outside one of the hangars looked up and saw the incoming bombers. The reality of war had not yet sunk in; the airman called everyone’s attention to the “pretty Navy formation.” Fifty-four Japanese bombers unloaded on the field, but the worst damage was caused by strafing A6M2 “Zero” fighters. When the Japanese left, they had destroyed half the bomber and pursuit strength of the FEAF and achieved air superiority over the Philippines. By the end of December the 19th Bomb Group evacuated to Darwin, Australia, leaving only a remnant of P-40 and P-35 pursuits of the 24th Pursuit Group to continue the fight against the invading Japanese.

America did not have extensive resources to commit to fighting the Japanese in the early part of the war. The 19th Bomb Group, at the time it arrived in the Philippines in late 1941, was the only heavy-bomber group deemed combat-ready in what had only recently changed from the Army Air Corps to the US Army Air Forces. The 19th Bomb Group was equipped with B-17D bombers, which had neither powered turrets nor tail guns. The 35 B-17Ds of the 19th Bomb Group represented over a third of the total production of B-17 bombers to date, including prototypes and the “B” and “C” versions. The B-17E was starting to come off the production line at Boeing’s Seattle, Washington plant by the fall of 1941 but would not reach the Pacific until January 1942. The early-model B-17E had tail guns but the bottom turret was remotely operated and largely ineffective; gunners complained its mirror-based periscopic gunsight gave them vertigo. This model only saw combat in the Pacific. By the time the 8th AF in Europe incorporated bomb groups equipped with the B-17E, the bombers had the manned ball turret in the belly.

The 19th Bomb Group was temporarily joined by the 7th Bomb Group in January of 1942, in time to operate from Java against the Japanese coming south to seize the oil fields in Borneo, Sumatra and Java. Parts, especially engines, were in short supply. New aircraft were in even shorter supply. The original air route to the Philippines took the B-17s over or near Japanese territory. This route closed with the start of the war. A South Pacific route, via Palmyra Island, Canton Island, Fiji and New Caledonia, was used instead. US heavy bombers had to fly about 8000 miles from California to Australia to reach the SW Pacific war zone. This was originally considered such a feat of airmanship that when the first squadrons of the 19th Bomb Group flew across the Pacific to the Philippines in October 1941, the pilots received the Distinguished Flying Cross for the feat. Only a year later, the flight would be considered routine.

The remnants of the Philippine veterans from both pursuit and heavy bomber outfits had to contend with bad weather, lack of intelligence (including inaccurate or nonexistent navigation charts), wet and soggy airfields, lack of spare parts, bad food, malaria and other less appetizing tropical diseases, all before they could even fight the Japanese. A formation of 6 B-17s of varying types too often represented a maximum effort on a mission.

To prosecute the war against the Japanese the 19th and 7th Bomb Groups operated from Singosari in Java and from Batchelor Field, 50 miles south of Darwin. Missions to attack the Japanese fighting American and Philippine Army units on the Bataan Peninsula had to stage out of Del Monte field on Mindanao. Fifteen hundred miles separates Darwin from Del Monte, and at least another 500 miles from Del Monte to targets on Bataan, meaning a two-thousand-mile round trip for one bombing raid. In contrast, from 8th Air Force bases in East Anglia to Berlin is also about 500 miles. Imagine operating from bases on the east coast of Greenland, flying to a forward base in East Anglia to attack Berlin, then returning to Greenland via East Anglia. At the end of these two-thousand-mile round trips, the bombers need repairs for combat damage as well as routine maintenance. The crews themselves provided the repair work. The reason for this is simple, if brutal: the ground support echelon of the 19th Bomb Group was either trapped on the Bataan Peninsula or had come south to Del Monte Field on the island of Mindanao before the war started. A few crew chiefs and mechanics were ferried out of Del Monte, or were smuggled out on submarines from the island of Corregidor in the mouth of Manila Bay, but many of them died fighting on Bataan, or in the infamous Death March, or became POWs when the Philippines surrendered to the Japanese in May 1942.

The 7th Bomb Group was reassigned to the China-Burma-India Theater in March 1942. The 43rd Bomb Group was on the way, but wasn’t yet operational. Through the summer of 1942, the 19th Bomb Group remained the only operational heavy-bomber unit in the SW Pacific. Always under strength in personnel and aircraft, suffering from losses and combat damage, operating from makeshift forward airfields with limited repair facilities, the 19th fought a desperate war until it was relieved and sent home late in 1942. It would later be re-equipped with B-29 Superfortresses and sent to the Pacific once again, to participate in the final defeat of Japan, there at the beginning and at the end.

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In the category of shameless self-promotion I dedicate this blog.

Two days ago I published an anthology of short stories on Amazon, titled The Struggles. Even self-publishing of this sort is an odd experience. In an instant, you go from writing for yourself and perhaps a small group of friends/writers to writing for the entire world. In theory or in potential, at least. That’s the power of the Internet, the ability to deliver content to anyone anywhere anytime, worldwide.

Maybe I’ll get used to it, but for now it still feels strange.

I’m working hard to achieve even greater notoriety, so this post is also an advertisement. (I did use the phrase “shameless self-promotion,” right?) I have a series of novels I’m working on. The first one, Everything We Had, is in final draft form, circulating among my faithful beta readers. I’ve also entered it in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award competition, and we’ll see how that goes.

Everything We Had deals with the experiences of two brothers, Jack and Charlie Davis, who are pilots in the US Army Air Forces. They are sent to the Philippines on the eve of the US entering World War II. Jack, a 2nd Lieutenant not long out of flight school, is a pursuit pilot. But the 24th Pursuit Group, assigned to the air defense of the Philippines, is only combat-ready on paper. Charlie, a captain flying B-17s in the 19th Bomb Group, has to weld together an inexperienced crew during the long solo flight across the Pacific from California to Clark Field on the island of Luzon. North of them, on the Japanese-held island of Formosa, are hundreds of well-trained, battle-tested Japanese pilots who outnumber the Americans pilots by greater than ten-to-one. The war is coming. The only question is when, and what will happen to Charlie, Jack and their fellow pilots when it does.

The second novel in the series is A Snowball’s Chance. The survivors of the Philippine air battles are withdrawn to Australia, then thrown into the fighting to prevent the Japanese from taking Java. A handful of B-17s and a squadron of P-40s are all we have to stop the Japanese.

The third novel is Boxcar Red Leader. On the island of New Guinea on obscure outpost named Port Moresby becomes the strategic key to preventing the Japanese invasion of Australia. On the eve of the Battle of the Coral Sea, Army pilots are sent to reinforce USAAF units already engaged in the fight to defend Port Moresby from Japanese air attacks. Novice pilot Jimmy Ardana must learn to fight and survive in the unloved, obsolescent Bell P-39 Airacobra, against the Japanese Zero and the masterful pilots of the Imperial Japanese Navy.

Look for Everything We Had in late spring, unless I win the ABNA, in which case we’ll have to see what Penguin/Amazon has to say about a future publication date. I’m working on the first draft of A Snowball’s Chance now. I intend to have a final draft done no later than the end of summer 2014. Boxcar Red Leader is already in final draft form since I wrote it first. I’ll have to go back and revise it again in light of what happened in the first two novels before I release it, though.

Why did I do it that way? Well, Boxcar was the idea that came to my mind first. Then I realized I could and should write at least two other novels, given the hints in Boxcar. Maybe I could have gone ahead and released Boxcar Red Leader but that gave away a lot of what happened in the first two novels, so it seemed better to hold onto it. I think, ultimately, it will work out for the best, but you’ll have to judge that for yourself.

Watch this spot, I’ll update progress from time to time. Feel free to comment!

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All These Dreams for Nothing?

            In 1903, when the Wright Brothers flew the first airplane, no one cared.  Thereafter the Wright Brothers flew outside of Dayton, OH, for years without attracting any more attention than the occasional newspaper reporter, who probably hoped to see a spectacular and fatal crash.

            Yet the myth of Icarus, the dream of flight, is at least as old as recorded history.  We are told of myths from nearly every culture that record the dream of flight.

            In 1960 the Soviets put a man into orbit around the Earth.  It was a stunt, intended more to demonstrate the superiority of their system than to push scientific and technological boundaries.

            In 1969 NASA put men on the Moon.  Flying to the Moon had also been a dream of Mankind, if not in the sorts of myth the dream of flight enjoyed, then in literary fantasies.  It didn’t seem like a lot of people cared about that, either.  At the time something like 40% or less of the American public thought we should be spending money going into space.  One newspaper at the time published a headline reading “So What?” over a photo of Neil Armstrong – possibly the single most dramatic picture ever taken by any human – standing on the plain of the Sea of Tranquility.  A few years after the last Moon landing Senator William Proxmire killed the entire Apollo program.

            At the present time we have three space probes that have escaped the pull of our Sun’s gravity.  Constructs of humanity are thus headed to the stars, however many thousands or millions of years it may take them to get to even the nearer ones.  We have had probes on Mars, sending back pictures of the Martian surface, since 1977.  We have probes on Venus, Titan and of course the Moon.  Other probes orbit the Sun, Mars, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune.   Other countries have their own probes; Japan even has a prototype ion drive satellite wandering around the inner solar system.

            Ion drive.  A spacecraft with ion drive.  I remember reading science fiction stories about that when I was a kid, and now it’s becoming real.

            Each and every one of these achievements are something out of a heroic myth.  They give our civilization identity and meaning.  They give us hope that we can be something more than the murderers and thieves that our histories tend to celebrate as kings and nobles and CEOs.  That we can, we really, truly can, dream that impossible dream – and find it no so impossible after all.  That we can, we really truly can, reach for that unreachable star, and find it in our grasp.

But outside of a few science types nobody cares.  We are – or at least we could be – on the verge of achieving a true space-based civilization.  The point to that is we can think new thoughts.  We can expand the possibilities, the potential, of humanity to something approaching the infinite.

            That’s the truth we could have, and that we ignore; the dream we could make real, but deny.  What does that say about us?  That we don’t even ask why we aren’t willing to dream, and then try to make those dreams come true?

            So the question I ask is this: are all these dreams for nothing?

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Manned Space Exploration Is Worth the Risk

(Note:  I wrote this essay three years ago as my entry into the Moon Society’s Apollo 13 Commemorative Essay Contest.  It took 3rd place — which I shared with two other writers who also wrote fine essays.  I stumbled across it while looking through my computer files for material relevant to my NaNoWriMo entry this year.)

 

Since 1960, 101 people, mostly Russians and Americans, have died either during the course of space flight or in accidents related to preparations for space flight.  According to NTSB statistics, almost that many people in America alone will die, in a single day, in automobile accidents.  In a single week in this country, based on U.S. Labor Department statistics, more people will die in workplace-related accidents than have ever died in space flight related accidents.  In a single year in this country, based on U.S. NTSB statistics, more people will die in airplane accidents than have died in space flight related accidents.  Any argument that manned space exploration is physically “too risky” would therefore require us to ban, by the same argument, driving to the supermarket to shop for eggs, to work for a living or flying a Piper Cub.

Manned space exploration is without doubt expensive.  Economists would ask, what is the benefit we obtain at the risk of the money spent?  As for that risk, one spends money to make money.  The technological spinoffs of the Apollo program alone created more jobs and economic opportunity – in short, made more money – than has ever been publicly acknowledged.  Input the term “Apollo program spinoffs” on any Internet search engine and consider the ways in which our economy benefitted from that one program.  As an humble example, today’s athletic shoes are based on materials derived for use in the space suits NASA astronauts wore on the Moon; at the other end of the spectrum, magnetic resonance imaging depends on digital signal processing techniques developed for Apollo.  What is the economic value of early diagnosis of a brain tumor?

Arguing the technological benefits of manned space exploration, however, might be beside the point in assessing the relevant economic risks.  Adjusted for inflation, the Apollo Program would have cost about 300 billion dollars in 2008.  Congress, just before Christmas of 2008, gave over three times that amount to bail out a banking industry that made bad business decisions.  The decision to undertake the risk and bail out the banking industry was made after only the most minimal debate of the risks and consequences.  What benefit will we, as taxpaying Americans, receive for that economic risk?

There is risk and expense involved in manned space exploration but the risk appears to be no more than that present in those everyday activities described as “business as usual.”  Perhaps, though, since it seems evident that even this level of risk is considered unacceptable by many people, one should identify what manned space exploration actually does for us as human beings.

Manned space exploration, by definition, takes us where no one has gone before.  Perhaps it isn’t so obvious that it increases not only the store of human knowledge and experience, but the level of human potential.  “Human potential” in this context means the scope of what we dare to dream of accomplishing, for ourselves and for our children.  Manned space exploration is not only the stuff of dreams, but in a very literal and much more important sense, the stuff from which dreams originate.

Before Apollo “going to the Moon” was only a dream, an idea belonging to science fiction.  But on July 20, 1969, we knew that human beings were on the Moon.  “Going to the Moon” passed forever from the nebulous realm of science fiction into the factual realm of human history and experience.  To look at the Moon during the Apollo landings was to know, and not merely to have faith, that anything is possible to human beings.  What Apollo did for us then is what all manned space exploration does for us: When dreams are made real previously unknown dreams become possible.  The human potential increases.

To explore, redefine and expand our full potential as human beings, to restore and maintain that spark of the heroic within not just some of us but each of us, is therefore the benefit conferred by manned space exploration, and that is worth the risk.  Manned space exploration proves to us that whatever our problems, we can find a solution. Manned space exploration is the living, dynamic symbol of hope for the future, of that better tomorrow that is the fundamental promise of America.  To acknowledge anything less is to deny our full potential – and what that potential might become in the future where no dreams have yet reached.

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Doldrums

A brief explanation of why I’ve been absent for three months…or is it four?  

Summer.  Yup, that’s it in a nutshell.  Having to deal with heat saps my creativity and my energy.  Something about the approach of winter for whatever reason peps me up.  Don’t ask me why.  My fingers and my toes get cold and my body is starting to display a progressively more interesting variety of aches and pains as the years progress.

But that doesn’t matter.  I can think in the cold; I don’t think nearly as well in the heat.

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

As I write this I ought to be working on A Snowball’s Chance, the second volume of my Southwest Pacific Air War trilogy.  The other two?  Oh, glad you asked: Volume 1, Everything We Had, begins just before the attack on Pearl Harbor and the subsequent attack on Clark Field in the Phillipines.  Volume 2, A Snowball’s Chance, takes place in Java and Australia early in 1942 as the Japanese continue their southward advance.  Volume 3, Boxcar Red Leader, takes place in Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea, as the tide of the Pacific war turns in May 1942.  I hope to publish all of these some time next year.

I’m pushing 17,000 words right now so it’s time to get back to work.  Why is 17,000 words significant?  Well, I’m writing this for my ninth consecutive year as a participant in National Novel Writers Month.  I need to write 50,000 words by November 30 to be a finalist.  It’s a great way to get a first draft done!

Maybe with the election over it’ll be easier to concentrate!  Good luck to all the WriMos out there!

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