The writer of the following dispatch is a former Kansas Citian and worked here on the Associated Press staff before he left for assignments in New York and overseas.
BY CHARLES A. GRUMICH
In the Burma Jungle (AP) - The Ledo Road is a highway of untold stupendous statistics and in personnel as American as transcontinental route No. 40.
Traveling its full length by foot and jeep, I found unmatched hospitality and innumerable surprises. There were comforts and hardships, the latter smoothed away by diligent improvisation of American GI's, calmly completing an "impossible" task.
The road now pierces the Hukawng valley and helps supply the Allied drive aimed at linking an Assam railhead to China. Curling through the Naga Hills, which would rate as mountains in any league other than the Himalayas, it is a monument to American engineering and the expertness of Negro truck drivers from all over the United States.
Probably there never has been a road carved out under similar conditions or with such speed. Engineers, at one period, were bulldozing toward the Japs at almost a mile a day. The road is constantly under maintenance against the ravages of Nature. At one road block an engineer officer said:
"Wait a few minutes and there will be road."
With only a hillside to the left and a precipice to the right, I could not believe it, but a few strokes of a bulldozer sculpture and we sped over a freshly made lane as safe as Grand Central parkway, if not as elegant.
Over the more difficult terrain of this scenic route, alternative tracks often are used, road gangs short-cutting and bridging more laborious ways while convoys of hundreds of trucks follow the old, quickly carved roadbed.
Race With the Japs.
Rumor has it that the engineers listen to Japanese broadcasts urging them to hurry up and finish the job so that the Japanese can link up their own Burma Road, which is snailing along with oppressed native hand labor struggling under enemy lash - a contrast illustrating the ultimate hopelessness of the Japanese war effort: Lack of modern machinery and necessity of forcing labor on oppressed peoples.
One compromise with ordinary military road construction lies in the fact that this hairpin highway - difficult in spots but boulevard smooth and wide in others - is wide open to aerial observation. The thickets on both sides are necessarily cleared to permit the road to dry out under the sun. Nevertheless, it is so built that enemy bombings would affect minimum damage and repairs would be no more than routine maintenance after a landslide.
While the project calls for great engineering skill, it also demands diplomacy. The engineers have established a mutual admiration society with the sturdy, fierce-looking little natives whose friendship is essential.
In a Basha camp one night I found a key to Naga lore through my hosts, Capt. James Long of McAllen, Tex.; Master Sergt. James Sale of Phoenix, Ariz., and Lieut. John Felder, Corpus Christi, Tex.
"It is a strange country," said Long. "I stood on a hilltop in the rain and watched the clouds recede into the valley, rain there, and then come raining back uphill gain."
This is an observed fact, but the Texas in him came out when he told of lemons plucked in the jungle which made two gallons of lemonade each.
These engineers think the stories of Naga headhunting are mainly eyewash, and says most Nagas are pro-Ally.A local legend tells of one who came in with seven Jap dog tags strung around his neck, and carrying a dah (chisel-shaped knife) which had certainly seen recent action.
Rescue Pilots in Jungle.
TRAFFIC JAM ON LEDO ROAD - THE LEAD CAR OF A CONVOY BOGS DOWN ON WHAT DRIVERS CALL A TOUGH SPOT ON THE NEW SUPPLY ROAD TO CHINA AND A CATERPILLAR GOES TO THE RESCUE. |