 Soldiers of the press stayed with them all during the difficult open for possession of Henderson field act to the jungle again to cover the progress of the army which relieved the Marines. This is his story. I was up at the crack of dawn today. Hard to sleep when gunnery sergeant Alfred McKee is getting the range of the Jap. He was searching through the jungle for Jap positions. He shook them up a bit as an official notification that the war wasn't over yet and then knocked off for breakfast. These monkeys out there must be running. I never shoot back anymore. I'm not complaining. I don't know. Helps to pass the time away when they shoot back and eat anymore of that stuff. With the Jap, she got at least a 50-50 chance of survival. That target paste is Widowmaker from way back, up the coast. On Guadalcanal, it's the accepted custom to grouse about the food no matter what it happens to be. I must confess, I was just a bit tired of eating cream-chip beef myself. So when Captain Callaghan invited me to accompany the raiding force up the coast beyond Lunga Bay, I accepted with more than my customary alacrity. Wouldn't be surprised, Miller, if we saw some action today. We've got the 224th Jap Infantry Regiment bottled up in there beyond Tassifuronga. They must be getting desperate. Sergeant McKee said something about their running low on ammunition. Yeah. Our patrols say that the Japs in the jungle are assigning two and three men to each rifle. Well, that's a pretty good sign that they're on their last legs. Anyhow, you get your stuff together and meet us down at the boats. We'll be shoving off in about five minutes. Okay. I went back to my tent and gathered up my field equipment and took a few grains of quinine. Then as I always do, when leaving the tent for any length of time, I put my typewriter carefully away in my private foxhole. Typewriters are as scarce as women on Guadalcanal, and there aren't any women. After I finished the chores, I went down to the assault boats. A quarter hour later, we were on our way up the coast. I found myself on the same boat with Sergeant McKee and his mortar crew, and a tough bunch they were, too. Okay, okay, you guys. They were pretty cramped for room in the boat, and the sergeant had things to say to anybody who did much moving around. Get off my foot, you knucklehead, and sit down. You're rocking the boat. Okay, okay. Don't crowd your blood pressure. I was only trying to get my circulation back. What's the matter with your circulation? You got hot in the arteries or something that you have to walk up and down like this was a promenade deck of the Queen Mary? My foot's asleep. His foot's asleep. Now ain't that tough. That's my stomach all you want. We mustn't let your foot go to sleep, and you'll get gang grain or something. My stomach, I'll understand. His foot's asleep. What an army. We come practically halfway around the world. What's the matter, Sergeant? My foot's asleep. The assault boats aren't the most comfortable things in the world when they're overloaded as ours was. We were mighty glad when we turned in and headed for the beach. It was almost noon time by then, and everybody began opening his field ration kit and grabbing a quick lunch. All right, not too fast, you guys. Don't eat too fast. I told you once, I told you a thousand times. Those rations can knock you out of eat them too fast. I've actually seen men keel over in a dead faint from gobbling the highly concentrated food capsule. So I went slow and easy with mine. It tasted good. Better than target-faced any day, huh, Millie? You aren't kidding, Sergeant. What are you going to do? As we got nearer the beach, the Japs evidently decided that the neighborhood was getting too crowded and moved out. Machine gun fire slacked off and then stopped. Except for the occasional high-pitched note of a sniper's rifle, there wasn't any real opposition to our landing. We came in with a rush the last hundred yards, and the boat drove into the shallow water and grounded with a wallop that loosened all my back teeth, sent me head over to the beach with a bottle in the boat, right onto the sergeant. Oh, why didn't I join the Navy? Sorry, Sergeant, hope I didn't hurt you. Oh, certainly not. I enjoyed it. Nothing like having a UP correspondent on your mid-riff to settle a man's stomach. Look, just get off my foot now, will you? We went ashore and cut our way inland through the jungle until we reached a small hill. Then we took up positions and dug in. While the sergeant and his men were setting up their heavy mortars, I went over and watched Captain Callaghan carefully checking his maps against the surrounding terrain. Look, Captain, mind if I watch? Oh, no, no, of course not. Here, I'll show you. Now, this is our position marked right over here. Now, these are our main lines where we just came from back here. Oh, yeah, I see. Then off to the right on the map is our objective. And now, if you look up ahead there, you can just about make out the real thing. They're just beyond that fringe of palm trees. I don't see anything. Just jungle. Well, I hope it's more than jungle. There, do you notice that little clearing is a sort of a plantation? Uh-huh. Well, just beyond it, to the left. There where the jungle seems especially heavy, you see? Yes, but what about it? Well, there's a gully there that the Japs have been using as a command post. Our reconnaissance plane spotted it yesterday. The Japs evidently took a bath, but they made the mistake of hanging their underwear on the bushes to dry and our plane spotted it. And now we're going to give them a real cleaning. Are you ready with the mortar, Sergeant? Yes, sir. Commence when ready. Reference point is head of gully. Search for it. I'm the one wanted. A stream of high explosive. The Sergeant and his men were pouring into their presence. Captain set up a portable loudspeaker system. And our interpreter began calling upon the Japs to surrender. These soldiers were violating the warrior code of their country and giving themselves up in battle. It was an exciting haul and a good day's work. And my first big story since returning to Guadalcanal. I rode back to camp on the boat carrying the prisoners. The Australian interpreter gave me their story on the way. This one says he's private. He's 23 years old. He says he fought in China, the Philippines, and on the Malayan Peninsula. They're from the 224th Jap Infantry Regiment, crack outfit. They've been decorated by the emperor. Does he say why he surrendered? I'll ask him. He says they haven't eaten for five days. He says there is outfit. Came here early in August. Many of them were killed in the landing. Later, he was under Colonel Ichiki at the battle of the Tanaro River. Ichiki's battalion was almost wiped out. Ichiki shot himself because of the disgrace of being defeated. They were pretty badly caught up at the Tanaro. Yeah, they were pretty badly killed. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. They were pretty badly caught up at the Tanaro. He was there. Many of them got out alive. I was a dead-ass swim for them. He says that they were told that the Americans on Guadalcanal would be easy to defeat. He says they were not told about American artillery, which was a complete surprise, and which killed and wounded so many of them. He says they couldn't escape from it. Why is he pointing at your rifle? He says the American rifleman can always hit the target in a better shot than the Japanese. This is the constant shelling and rifle fire when the American lines are shot at their best outfits. He says they surrendered to get some food and tobacco, but most of all to get some relief from the constant barrage. Poor devils. I almost feel sorry for them. Yeah. So did I until I found this. What is it? A souvenir one of the prisoners was wearing from the Philippines. An American soldier's identification. He says the American rifleman can always hit the target in a better shot than the Japanese. The American soldier's identification bracelet. We got back to camp just at twilight and created quite a sensation with our prisoners. Asimodo and his fellow soldiers were given liberal portions of cooked rice. In the way they pitched into it, I could believe they hadn't eaten anything for five days. Afterwards, they were given cigarettes and clean clothing to replace their jungle torn rags. Asimodo conducted himself with military bearing and apologized for his appearance when he was photographed. Then they were all taken away to prisoner's camp and capturing them died down. Finally, we went in for supper just in time for a real treat. The cook had saved us some cream-chip beef. Like Robert Miller, other men of the United Press are standing beside our troops on every fighting front. They go into battle with them, avoid our warships and our bombers to see with their own eyes the actions of which they write. Your local announcer will tell you when you may hear the next in this series of programs dramatizing the experiences of the man of UP. Be sure to listen. And meanwhile, look for United Press dispatches in your favorite newspaper. Listen for United Press news on the air. It is your guarantee of the world's best coverage of the world's biggest news.