World War II (1941-1945)

"Sometimes I think maybe it's a good thing their mothers can't see them when they die" -- Mary Ferrell


World War II became the defining moment in the lives of an entire generation of Americans. The rise of Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich... the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor... Rommel's Panzers rolling relentlessly across North Africa... the Sixth of June, 1944...the Marines struggling to raise the American flag on Iwo Jima...the horrors of the liberated death camps. These images of World War II are startling and horrifying even to those who had yet to be born at the time, but even they do not tell the whole story of the courage, tenacity, and faith of American servicemen and women during those four terrible years. For almost 50 years, World War II has remained a painful memory or a puzzling mystery in the back of most Americans' minds; however, with the release of such movies as "Saving Private Ryan" and "The Thin Red Line", World War II veterans have begun to share their long-buried stories. And none too soon -- it is estimated that over 100 World War II veterans are dying daily.

Nurses, of course, are among these veterans. Serving on battlefronts from North Africa to Italy to Normandy to Corregidor and Bataan, the nurses of World War II contributed much to the care of the wounded, the morale of the fighting men, and the development of nursing as a profession. In all, approximately 57,000 nurses served in the Army Nurse Corps and 16,000 in the Navy Nurse Corps by V-J Day. 4,644 nurses were stationed along the European front in 1944; 4000 were serving on the Pacific front in 1945. By the war's end, 201 American military nurses had died, 16 from enemy fire.

The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, on December 7, 1941, caught most Americans by surprise, including the nurses who were stationed at Pearl Harbor at the time. One nurse recalled seeing bleeding men carried from the shore and thinking it was a joke or a drill. However, the director of the Army Nurse Corps understood the extent of the crisis. "I have no words to tell you," she told a group of Red Cross and other healthcare agency representatives, "how serious I believe this is going to be." Immediately, plans were implemented to expand the Army Nurse Corps and recruit more student nurses as cadets, including African Americans (who had previously been banned from joining). Male nurses, however, were still overlooked; the majority were drafted through the Selective Service Act of 1940 and used in nonmedical roles. In fact, only 40% of qualified male nurses served in medical units. To qualify for commission as an Army nurse, one had to be graduated from an approved nursing school, under 40 years of age, unmarried, and (presumably) female.

For the new nurse recruits, the actual experience of military life was very different from the recruiting posters. One young nurse, Ruth Parks, describes: "I can paint no pretty picture of life in the Army...in the loneliness and confusion of a chaotic world, one finds much hard work and sacrifice and little peace...(However) our individual integrity and sense of responsibility is the essence of success and survival of democracy" (Tomblin, 1996, p. 8). For nurses arriving at the 25th Station Hospital in Liberia, their first Army assignment proved to be something of a shock to the system. The nurses found themselves sharing their thatched-roof communal bathroom with lizards, snakes, monkeys, and rats so large that they sounded like a "herd of animals" as they scampered through camp. Nurses reporting for duty in Papua, New Guinea, found accomodations more suitable but were plagued with insects, scorpions, and the diseases they carried. One New Guinea nurse was bitten on the bottom by a scorpion as she used the latrine and nearly died from the resulting fever. On the European front, nurses arriving for service in France shortly after the D-Day operations received baptism by fire. Between July 3-18, 1944, the 91st Evac. Hospital cared for 2, 549 patients under constant enemy artillery fire.

In the field hospitals and on hospital ships, the younger nurses quickly received a harsh initiation into combat medicine. Writes one nurse veteran: "I wish I could forget those endless harrowing hours. Hours of giving injections, anesthetizing, ripping off clothes, stitching gaping wounds, of amputations, sterilizing instruments, settling the treated patients into their beds, covering the wounded we could not save. I had still not grown accustomed to seeing people torn and bleeding and dying in numbers like these" (Tomblin, p. 29). Another nurse relates: "Nurses had to assume a lot of responsibility...as there were not enough doctors to supervise every case at every stage" (Tomblin, p. 167). Medical corpsmen received crash courses in bedside care, passing medications, and starting IVs to relieve some of the burden placed on the nurses.

Working in the field hospitals proved a lesson in improvisation. One nurse stationed in France recalls pinning sterile sheets to canvas tent walls and bracing instruments with boards wrapped in sterile sheets, to keep sterile fields uncontaminated. In some cases, nurses were forced to use helmets as washbasins and bedpans, rainwater for bathing and drinking, and local herbs for healing ointments. At one evac hospital in North Africa, the nurses joked that the water was so polluted that they were forced to brush their teeth with champagne.

The most memorable nursing vignettes of World War II, of course, dealt with the patients and everyday situations encountered in the field hospitals and on hospital ships. One nurse states she still laughs as she remembers her patients humming the pop tune "Pistol Packin' Mama" whenever the nurses walked past. Another nurse recalled how a young Southern soldier was mauled by a tiger in the South Pacific; as the doctor was suturing his wounds, the young man commented in a slow drawl, "That tiger sho thought he was gettin' some good meat" (Fessler, p. 108). Other stories are truly heartbreaking. One patient proved too debilitated to withstand anesthesia, forcing the doctor to operate without. To cope with the pain, the young soldier, accompanied by nurse Mary Ferrell and his surgeon, sang "Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year" all through the surgery. One nurse recalled a patient brought into her evac hospital directly from the battlefield, missing both arms and both legs; undaunted, the soldier looked her in the eye and said, "Hey nurse, how about going out with me when I get outta here?" (Fessler, p. 125). To Nurse Ferrell, "The words of a badly wounded man, as he looked at you giving him plasma, were thanks enough for us all. They would say 'Are you real?' or 'You are wonderful' or 'You are in hell here with us!'" (Fessler, p. 168).

Caring for German and Japanese prisoners of war proved a special challenge to American nurses. The German POWs were often quite young, many under 18 years of age, and seriously lacking in medical care; explains one nurse, "Their best physicians and scientists had either fled from Germany or been killed in concentration camps" (Tomblin, p. 149). The language barrier was difficult to cross; one German soldier misunderstood the concept of taking blood samples and thought the nurses were attempting to execute him by slowly bleeding him to death. Nurses on the Pacific front faced similar challenges in caring for the Japanese POWs. One nurse recalled being on suicide watch over a downed Kamikaze pilot, who felt his honor had been lost when he survived his mission. Most American nurses truly felt sorry for their captive enemies. One nurse recalls how, with every trip she made to the morgue with an enemy soldier, she "breathed a wee prayer for them. God, are you there?" (Tomblin, p. 150)

However, even in the worst of conditions, the nurses managed to put on a brave front and cheerful faces for the fighting troops. Christmas was an especially difficult time for all the service personnel, but the nurses on all fronts went to great lengths to make the holiday home-like. At one Belgian hospital, shortly following the Battle of the Bulge, the nurses decorated a Christmas tree, complete with tinsel and American and Belgian flags. At another hospital in the South Pacific, the nurses abandoned their usual fatigues in favor of their formal hospital whites, then went about the wards singing Christmas carols, "heroically ignoring the mosquitos."

Perhaps the most incredible nursing stories to come out of World War II are related by those nurses who were taken prisoner of war. The experiences of the nurse POWs on Corregidor are captured in Elizabeth Norman's latest book, We Band of Angels; a link is provided at the bottom of this page. For purposes of brevity, only the experiences of the nurse POWs on Santo Tomas and Los Banos will be discussed here.

In January 1942, 10 Navy nurses and 68 Army nurses were captured by the Japanese in the Phillippines. The Navy nurses were taken to Los Banos; the Army nurses to Santo Tomas. One Navy nurse describes her first few weeks as a POW: "For seven weeks, we were locked in two rooms in a dormitory... They (the Japanese) considered us dangerous because we took care of the military. We were very crowded, doubled up on little beds made of raffia, with no mattresses. We were all pretty thin by then" (Fessler, p. 91). The captive nurses were also drilled in Japanese etiquette, as they were forced to bow to their captors; if this was done incorrectly, the nurse either had to repeat the bow in the correct fashion or was punished. One form of punishment involved standing at attention for a full day in the hot sun, without food or drink. At Baguio, one Japanese officer suggested marching the sick and starving nurses and other captive medical personnel through the streets to show the "weakness" of the Americans and the "superiority" of the Japanese. Death by starvation was not uncommon; one Army nurse states, "Watery rice was the mainstay of our diet for 3 1/2 years." Another Army nurse describes: "Dead bodies piled up for days, and footlong rats ate their toes off. The cemetery in camp grew bigger and bigger...two bags of moldy rice (was all we had) for over 4000 people" (Fessler, p. 92).

However, the psychological warfare inflicted upon the captured Americans by the Japanese was almost too much to endure. On several occasions, the nurses were lined up against a wall with their hands above their heads, execution-style -- only to be let go at the very last second by a Japanese officer, who regarded this as a great joke. One nurse tells the story of an American doctor who was caring for a fellow POW and begged the Japanese to allow him access to medical supplies necessary to save his patient's life. Two officers appeared to agree with the doctor and led him outside the barracks on the premise of getting the supplies. The nurses inside the compound heard two pistol shots; the doctor was never seen again. In the end, it was the nurses' own will to live, plus the encouragement received from their POW patients, that saw them through the years of confinement. One Army nurse remembers, "The men called us angels and would say, 'If you angels can take it, we can take it.'" On February 11, 1945, American forces liberated the POW camps and freed the nurses, 3 1/2 years after they were first taken prisoner. General Douglas MacArthur was on hand to greet the returning nurses, shaking hands and speaking a few words to each.

The victories in Europe and the Pacific were cause for celebration among the nurses; one describes the experience as "wild, wild, wild!!!" In Paris, nurses were caught and kissed by "innumerable, exuberant people", mostly Allied servicemen and French soldiers. Hospitals put red, white, and blue caps on their floodlights; local townspeople donated barrels of wine and whiskey to hospital parties. One nurse describes watching patients throw crutches aside, get up, and dance around when they learned of the Allied victory. Some nurses used their leave to go to resort towns such as Nice and celebrate the victory in style. Others had simpler requests; all one young nurse wanted was a red dress and a manicure. However, the thrill of an Allied victory was second to the thrill of returning home at last. In the words of one returning nurse veteran, "No more blackouts! No more war! I was home!" (Tomblin, p. 152).

For additional information on WWII:

Saving Private Ryan : D-Day Web
The National World War II Memorial
The Invasion of Normandy
The American Cemetery and Memorial at Normandy
Battling Bastards of Bataan
We Band of Angels (American nurses captured at Bataan and Corregidor)
WW2 nurses
WW2 stories
Oliver Louis Mazzaferri (bio of KSU's grandpa, a D-Day medic)

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I dedicate this page in loving memory of my grandfather, Oliver Louis "Ollie" Mazzaferri (January 18, 1925-June 30, 1998), P.F.C., Medic, 31st and 1st Medical Company, First Army, U.S.A., and all the men and women who served in World War II.