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My father, S/Sgt. Robert Emmit Mahler, wrote an extensive diary of his experiences in the China-Burma-India Theater during World War Two. Written in his hand, the diary spoke of the camaraderie he felt with his fellow crewmen and of his sorrow at the death of the co-pilot Lt. William E. Meek. I now have just vague memories of reading it as a young child, and unfortunately it has been lost. We found the abbreviated, typewritten version shown here while going through family memorabilia. At first glance it appeared that my father's entire diary had been saved in that what I held in my hand was clearly many pages long. When it ended mid-sentence on page fifteen, I discovered to my dismay that there were three carbon copies of the same fifteen pages. Wondering aloud how that might have occurred, my daughter opined that, upon his return home, he must have decided to type from the original, but never finished. I hope you enjoy my father's story. He wrote with the flair of a novelist, the wonder of his adventure, and a frankness that defied the horror these brave men faced. Paul Mahler |
Crew formed June 8, 1943 at Greenville Army Base, Greenville, South Carolina. Left United States Oct. 23, 1943. Arrived in India six days later. Arrived in China Nov. 20, 1943. Oct. 13, 1943
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The eighty-one sinful positions around the Nepalese Temple are counter-balanced by the same number of positions
of punishment. These positions of penitence are practiced by an army of ascetics throughout India, particularly in the holy cities of Benares,
Allahabad, Lahore, Mysore and Calcutta. These sects of ascetics are sometimes called "Faquirs" (often they are fakers), Sadhus Yogis, etc.
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The Sitla Ghat was built in honor of "Mother Smallpox" and the Dasashwamedh Ghat means the "ghat of ten-horse
sacrifice."
I was anxious to see this particular one because more than a million human beings offer up daily prayers that they may be burned on this very spot, the Jalsain Ghat. You see many dead people in India - it is a common thing to die here and frequently the bodies are wrapped in winding sheets of thin gauze as they lay on the ground in front of a hut. When a death occurs the body is immediately taken out of the house. If it is that of a woman it is wrapped in red; if that of a man it is wrapped in white. Children are not wrapped at all, and neither are those who die of smallpox and leprosy. They are simply taken down to the Ganges and thrown in. This morning on the way to the "Burning Ghat" I saw two funerals on the way. The procession is simple. There is no such thing as a hearse - the body is merely tied to a bamboo pole by the neck and ankles and hoisted on the shoulders of two chanting relatives, who carry it down to the river bank. I arrived at the Burning Ghat before them passing the Nepalese Temple with its eighty-one indecent carvings, and the Dharm Kup, the sacred well in which the lepers bathe and where the water is changed but once each year. I stood for a few minutes watching the ghastly fires of several corpses leaping viciously to the sky, when behind me came the chanting of the procession I had passed near the Chawk. Down the crumbling steps they went to the edge of the sacred water and advancing gave the body its last bath in the holy Ganges, for without that bath any shadow which might fall upon it would convey impurity. Then, resting the feet of the white robed figures in the water, the two bearers set about building the funeral pyre. |
An ordinary pile of logs and boughs, about four feet high, costs five dollars. This was just an ordinary one.
The body was placed on top and several cakes of cow dung laid on its chest, while the nearest relative, the dead man's wife, ascended
a few steps to a sacred spot where the holy fire was brought to burn the body.
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"Samadai" the act of suspended animation is a power long claimed by the Hindus. Although I was fortunate enough
to witness a performance of this seeming impossibility, there are many reliable records of such burials and subsequent restorations.
Sadhus who sit on beds of sharp spikes have been featured much in America. The stunt is popular in India. In Mysore a six year old boy was starting out in life by assuming a sitting position on a home-made kiddie-car of nails. One old fellow in Benares had lain on his bed of spikes for eighteen years and for a few rupees he would stand up on his sharp cot and let you examine it to see that he was no fake. They were standing by the river not far from the Kale-Ghat in Calicut. They had been standing for ten years or more without once sitting down and were apparently prepared to remain upright for the rest of their lives. I doubt if there are two more homely objects. Their bodies and faces smeared a dirty sickly white leaving two black spots for their eyes which were divided by perpendicular red and yellow caste marks. They had forced two poles into the sand from which were suspended arm rests on which they leaned now and then, but never at any time did they take their weight entirely off their feet, or attempt to sit down in any manner. |
Pilgrimages are quite the thing in the Far East. All Mohammedans hope to make one to Mecca before they die. All
Hindoos hope to bathe at least once in the Ganges River at Benares. Their penchant for penitence has created some ingenious methods of
locomotion. They come crawling and rolling long distances to their temples on the river. One deluded disciple of Siva crawled all the way from the Himalaya
Mts. taking more than two years to make the journey. I happened to be in the Kali-Ghat Temple and I witnessed the finish of one of these
pilgrimages of penance. A woman - followed by a curious crowd - was progressing by means of a series of prostrations. Standing up straight she would
extend her arms above her head and then kneel and slide her hands forward on the ground until she was lying at full length on her face in
the dirt. Keeping her finger-tips on the ground she raised the rest of her body in much the same way as an inch worm and gaining her feet
she stepped along until her toes reached the tips of her fingers - then she stood up again and repeated the performance. She had been
travelling for many days in this fashion to reach the Khali Ghat. The Goddess Kali, the object of her struggles, is a large black figure with
four arms, three red eyes, a long scarlet tongue reaching out three feet from the mouth, a necklace of human skulls, and no legs.
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The Hindoos believe that all evil proceeds from antecedent evil and that the penalty must be suffered in each
succeeding existence. There are eight-four lakhs (8,400,000) of different species of animals through which the soul of man is liable to
pass, and the Hindoos object is to rid himself of this series of continuous transmigrations so that he may live in the same heaven with
his god.
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As seen from the river side of the four minarets stand like giant sentinels guarding
the tomb, one on each corner of the marble basement. Each of these is built of solid marble.
It is said that the soil for this garden was brought from Kashmir for planting grape creepers. Khas Mahal or the private hall was built by Emperor Shahjahan with marble for the use of his family while the buildings on three sides were used for the attendants. There are underground chambers also under Khas Mahal which were used by the royal family during the scorching hot days of India's summers. These chambers are sometimes erroneously called dungeons. The Samman Burj or Jessamine Tower was built by the Emperor Jahangir for his beloved wife, Noor Jahan from her own design. It is built toward the river side of the Fort. It was later occupied by Shah Jahan. Inside this building there is a small "Tank of Marble." The inlay work of this palace is extremely fine. Diwan-i-kahs was a hall also built by Shahjahan in 1637. It is made of marble and was used as a hall of private audience to discuss important affairs of the state. The Moti Masjed or pearl mosque was built by Shahjahan in the year 1654 at a cost of 3 lacks of rupees (100,000 rupees to a lack). It is constructed of pure white marble measuring 187 by 243 feet and gives accommodation to about a thousand people to pray. It has a tank 38 feet square with a beautiful fountain in the center. There is also a Sundial in the southeast corner. This piece of marble work is unique in design. On both sides of the chambers are the marble screens for female worshippers. This gateway faces east and is the only entrance to the mausoleum. Inside the gate there are marble, brass and photographers shops on both sides. On the west there are vast green lawns with beds of flowers. On the north and south there are two false gateways. |
The mausoleum was built by Empress Narjahan in 1623 over the graves of her father and mother and completed in 1628. Mierza Ghias-Vaddin father of Narjahan was the Prime Minister of the Emperor Jahangir. The tomb is built of pure white marble, exquisitely inlaid in a variety of beautiful patterns from top to bottom. Though small in area, its beauty surpasses many other buildings of the Fort. It stands on the left bank of the Jumna River, two miles from Agra. The main gateway of Akbar's Mausoleum at Sikandra is about five miles from the city on the Agra-Delhi Road. Tonga, motor and rail are available to reach this place. This gate was badly damaged by the Jat invasion but extensive restoration work has been completed. The tomb of Akbar the great is one of the most remarkable buildings of its kind in India. It took 15 years to build at a cost of 30 locks of rupees. The garden surrounding the tomb has 18 wells which supplied the water for the many varieties of fruit in large quantities. In the interior part of the dome of the mausoleum there were many precious gems and gold works which were stolen by the Jats who occupied Agra for a short time. The magnificent and lofty gateway of the Dargah of Shaikh Salim Chisti is one of the highest gateways in the world. It is 176 feet high from the roadway and 134 feet from the pavement in front of the entrance. It was built by Akbar the great in 1602 to commemorate his victory in Deccan. There is an inscription to this effect on the east side of the central archway. The tomb is one of the best pieces of Moghal architecture. It is a single story building of marble with beautiful screen (Jalis) and brackets the cenotaph being always kept covered by a richly embroidered cloth. On the pillars of the wooden frame over the cenotaph there is a very fine inlay work of mother-of-pearl. The platform is 150 feet square. It was built by Emperor Akbar and a big fair is held on 20 of Romzou every year on the death anniversary of the "Saint" who died in 1571. Leading out of the famous Agra Fort is a vast underground man-made tunnel stretching to Delhi a distance of 140 miles away. The tunnel has been closed recently by the British Govt. It has a maze of diverging passageways that would cause the best guides many headaches. A few years back a British regiment attempted to go to Delhi by way of this tunnel. They were never heard of again. In front of the Taj Mahal is a long man-made lake with fountains studding out here and there. It was built to reflect the beautiful Taj Mahal in the moonlight. A night visit to this beautiful palace is a scene of exquisite wonderment of the powers wealth and grandeur of Ancient India. |
We left Agra for a place called Laminer-Hat and spent one night there without much incident. We left for a place called Chabua on a B-24 and arrived there on Nov. 17, 1943. We stayed here for two days awaiting new orders and another plane. Nov. 20, 1943 Sat. - We departed from Chabua on a C-87 bound for China. This was the toughest leg of our entire flight as there is but one route by air from India to China from here. We had to fly over the famous "Hump" of the Himalaya Mts. over to Kunming, the Headquarters of General Claire L. Chennault of the famous 14th Air Force in China. We were quite lucky though. A C-47 a few miles ahead of us radioed back that three Jap Zeros were jumping them. We immediately swung off course and made the rest of the flight without further incident, arriving at Kunming at 3:30 P.M. Sat., Nov. 20. We were tired but indeed glad to be safe for a while. At the time the Japs had been patrolling that same route very successfully against us. All supplies and gasoline has to be flown over this route for our operations against the Jap bases in China. Besides dodging Jap fighters the weather is treacherous over the Himalayas and many of our ships are still laying at the bottom of the "Hump." We left Kunming the following Friday, Nov. 26, with orders to report to the 11th Bomb Squadron 341st Bomb Group at Kweilin, China. We were very happy to be associated with the famous "Flying Tigers" outfit which had been fighting the Japs originally as the first American Volunteer Group in China. The commanding officer newly-appointed was Lt. Col. Joseph B. Welles. We were soon snapped out of our glorious feeling when we learned that the Japs had offered ten thousand dollars for the head of each man in the 11th Bomb. Squad., so we settled down to listening to all the veterans, telling their many yarns of the war they had been waging against the Japs with the least possible amount of planes and equipment. The story was a different one to us now since we had begun to learn by listening. Our adjutant, Major Housel took the crew aside and gave us some of the dope on the theatre that we were to fly in, living conditions, personal sanitation, etc., etc. We thanked him and were assigned to our quarters. Two days later we pulled "alert crews" duty which simply consisted of hanging around the alert shack prepared to get our bombers off the ground in case of an enemy raid. Nothing happened the first day. Dec. 6, 1943 We went on our first combat mission to bomb a newly acquired Jap held town about two hours and forty minutes flying time from our base. I was a little anxious to get over that target and away on this first mission. We were jumped by a pack of Zeros just as we were getting ready for our first run. Most of the bombs missed the target because of the excitement in getting away. We landed at Hengyang which was about two hours and three quarters flying time from our target. We refueled, loaded up with bombs |
again and ate dinner. At a short briefing before take-off the colonel raised hell about letting the Japs jump us and we took off a lot more determined. This time the Japs had many more Zeros waiting for us but every bomb found its mark. Our P=40's and 51's engaged the Zeros while we blasted hell out of the town. We left it burning with huge black billows of smoke booming up and headed back for Kweilin. We reloaded bombs, refueled and left the ships for some fresh crews. It's a great feeling to be back on the ground, especially after your first missions. For the next four days we had eight air raid alerts but the Japs never came thru to our base. We were really "Sweating them out" crouched in a tomb about a quarter of a mile away in front of our barracks. Our base is surrounded by a huge graveyard and the tombstones provide a little bit of protection against strafing by enemy planes. Dec. 12, 1943 Sunday - We started on a raid on Kungan but turned back after an hour. The following morning we started out and reached it. The town was hit hard and we left it a mass of flaming gasoline and oil. We met no opposition on this one and our mission was a complete success. All we had to do in between raids was to rest up and take life easy outside of doing alert crew duty and sweating out enemy air raids. We were quartered in hostels with Chinese house-boys doing the work, serving the meals and taking care of our laundry, running errands, etc. The hostels were equipped with electric lights and hot and cold water. The food was half-way decent but very monotonous due to lack of variety of edibles at the present period. Although there is no definite information on the population of China since a census has not been taken since 1403, a reasonable estimation can be taken about 600,000,000 Chinese on earth. This figure includes Mongolia, Manchuria, China, Tibet, Malaysia, South Seas and North and South America. Following the conduct of marches as ordered by the U.S. Army Field Service Regulations, the Chinese - marching four abreast, or platoon squads formation, at a rate of three miles per day - will require 22 years 302 days to pass a given point. A generation. There will be 26,280,000 passing each year. Therefore, assuming that the birth-rate of the Chinese is ten percent, and that half of these children die before they are able to walk, there will still be 30,000,000 new Chinese coming on each year to take the place of the 26,280,000 that have passed the given point. And so they could march on forever and ever. In 1402-1403, the Emperor of China - using the death penalty as a threat, gathered the only reliable statistics ever taken on the Chinese population. That 1402 census showed a population of 56,301,026 and the census of 1403 showed 66,598,337. This proved an increase of 19% in one year. The Chinese death-rate has been officially determined only for the city of Peking and amounts to 2½%. Ref. "The Numerical Relation of the Population of China" by Prof. T. Sacharoff. |
It is a common sight in China to see a peasant farm-woman working diligently in a rice paddy, stop long enough to give birth to her child and immediately return to work. Their way of life and their methods of living are hard for the average American to figure out off-hand. Individually the Chinese soldier is one of the best in the world - hardy, self-reliant, courageous and practical. He can live on very little and expects small consideration. He responds readily to good treatment. Chinese officers, particularly higher commanders (regimental and up) are not too good as a rule. However there are notable exceptions such as those who have received their military training in America. Many of the higher officers hold their positions through political maneuvering rather than military ability. These unfortunate circumstances have been the big pit-fall of the Chinese Army. Their troops have been fighting a difficult defensive war for many years against the Japs under very heavy odds. Their reserves are extremely small and their ability to produce munitions is almost nil due to the lack of raw materials and the loss of over 85% of their factories. In general, training in the Chinese Army is poor due to the incompetence of officers and the great shortage of material and ammunition. Their methods are dissimilar to the western nations but they are not necessarily always wrong. Their methods have been developed through experience during their long war period and adapted to the means at hand. For centuries the Chinese have been suspicious of outsiders - and with good reason. Until the 18th century their only contact with foreigners proved that the latter were uncultured barbarians. Since that time the foreigners have convinced the Chinese that in many cases their commercial and imperialistic designs were only for the purpose of exploiting their beloved country. To the Chinese, Americans are probably the only group of foreigners who do not seek to exploit them. For this reason they probably like and trust us more than they will any foreigners. We expect that our arrival with a unit will come some suspicious and possibly a passive hostility on the part of a few. But before we begin to feel resentful we consider our own feelings as officers with an American division stationed in the States. If we were informed that a Chinese officer of comparatively low rank who had never visited America, knew no English and was comparatively ignorant of our methods and military machinery, was to be attached to our unit in any capacity of instructor, observer or adviser we would not like it either. The Chinese are just as human as we are, more so probably, because their philosophy is humanist and because they have lived closer to the soil than we have. They took to us for help and they have been greatly encouraged to believe that they can demand and expect almost anything from us that they need. |
To them our abrupt methods and somewhat rough and ready lives are often shocking. They probably look upon us all as hot-tempered and mildly crazy in a harmless sort of way. They feel that we have bad manners and are looking in most of the outward forms of courtesy. But our success as a nation and our ability to do things convinces them that there must be some method to our American madness. For this reason they are inclined to listen to us; which is not the case in respect to other foreigners. They feel that we have no real roots even in our own country. Their ancient family-clan system makes it difficult for them to understand our personal independence but at the same time they envy us for it. Essentially opportunists, they must feel that we are altruistic suckers, but they do not hold it against us. They feel that we must be after something; perhaps in the distant future; which we value as a people, but they are unable to attain our idea or fathom out what it may be. This is what makes them suspicious of our motives. They believe that money is of the highest importance and that is another reason for their partial downfall. Because money can buy power and land and gilt-edge security they are unable to comprehend our carelessness about it. They believe that it is very plentiful in America, that we are all individual millionaires and therefore fitting subjects from which to draw aid in one form or another. In order to spare the feelings of others, Chinese usually use indirect, rather than direct methods. An emulation of their method will usually achieve quicker results. Some do's and don'ts to remember when dealing with the Chinese: Don't blow your horn about yourself or your country. In China you're a foreigner whether you like it or not. Don't be impatient. Things move slowly in China so you can't expect too much in attempting to teach American 20th Century methods to a medieval former. Do more listening than talking. For over 3500 years the Chinese had every right to feel that their country actually was "The Middle Kingdom" and the center of all culture. Be courteous at all times - difficult as it may be. They are innately courteous and look down on those who are not. Above all never do or say anything to make a Chinese "Lose face." It is all important even to those who have no earthly possessions. One who "loses face" has no alternative but to commit suicide. So never bawl out one in front of others no matter what the provocation nor how much he may deserve it. Call him aside and say what you please but make it private. In this way he will not lose face and will be grateful for your consideration. Never promise anything you cannot positively carry out. So many foreigners and foreign nations have been promising China various forms of help for so long that they look with suspicion on all agreements and promises. Try to be interested in the welfare, customs, families and homes. This starts bonds of friendship of one, he will give up his life for you if necessary. They are extremely grateful for favors and friendships. |
Learn something of their language. You could never learn at all - even though your efforts will not amount to much, it profoundly pleases them to see Americans trying to identify themselves with their country. Do not be too abrupt when you wish to change or institute new methods. Ours are better but a sudden transformation creates suspicion and doubt and your purpose is defeated. In any case it is up to you to prove that you are right. Chinese soldiers are remarkably responsive to teaching but you can't push them too far. It is useless to use an American school education on them with all its tricks and fancies to an Army which cannot grasp them. In general the Chinese look to America as their greatest source of help and eventual salvation. They believe that all Americans are "experts" in their line. Whether you are or not you have to act like one. Fortunately for us the Chinese are like Americans in that they are inherently friendly and hospitable with a keen sense of humor and an immense curiosity about everything. But before you can feel that you are "in right" you must be ready to accept certain formalities and courtesies which are essential to civilized mixing. Their customs are just vas binding as ours are such as raising one's hat to a lady, showing deference to older people and may other courtesies which distinguish between an ill-bred and a gentleman. Formality is essential and kidding is not liked in any form. Courtesy calling should be short and though your host may insist on you remaining, it should not be taken that way. It is part of his manners to ask you to remain longer. The usual form of entertainment to which you may be invited will be a luncheon or dinner at which wine is always served. If you are a "dry," raise your wine cup or glass to your lips at each toast without taking any. If you drink there are two expressions to learn at once - "Kan Pei" meaning dry glass or "bottoms up" in American slang and "Sui Pien" meaning in general "as you please." You must learn to recognize the two general types of wine early in the game. "Pai Ka-erh" or "Mai Tai" are both colorless almost identical in taste and smell, and though they look as harmless as water they have an extremely high alcoholic content which will knock you for a loop no matter how good a drinker you may think you are. "Huany Chiu" is a mild yellow wine pleasant to the taste and is usually drunk hot. It can give you a very exhilarating glow if you drink a lot of it and the chances are that you will be able to leave the table under your own power if you don't mix your drinks. At most dinner parties your host and his guests will open a well-planned and coordinated attach on you in the matter of drinking. You should drink at least one "Kan Per" with your host and one with each of the most important guests. You must learn your caps . . . . |