Fleeing Chinese Discard Uniforms to Escape Death in Civilian Garb; Japs Protect Foreign Safety Zone of Once-proud Capital of Ancient China
By AUTHUR MENKEN
NANKING, By Radio From Gunboat Oahu, Dec. 16. – (AP) – The once-proud capital of ancient China was strewn today with the blood-splotched corpses of its soldier defenders and civilians killed in the bombing, shelling and fierce fighting to which the city was subjected.
Scattered through the city were hundreds of uniforms discarded by fleeing Chinese soldiers who had tried to escape death at the hands of the Japanese by substituting civilian garb.
During the Chinese retreat from Nanking after their defense had been smashed by the terrific Japanese onslaughts, I saw some disorganized looting by fleeing Chinese soldiers and , when they had gone, some Japanese carried on the looting.
PROTECT SAFETY ZONE
The Japanese refrained from shelling and bombing the safety zone which was set aside under sponsorship of American and German residents of Nanking. More than 100,000 Chinese sought refuge in the zone.
Despite the fact that Chinese troops were slow in withdrawing from the zone and planted guns along its edges, the Japanese did not attack there. Only a few stray shells fell in the zone and only a few were killed in it.
C. Yates McDaniel, the Associated Press correspondent in Nanking, and I saw many policemen shedding their outer clothes and walking around in underwear searching for old civilian clothes.
To make sure that the watchman at the American embassy was not executed for having arms, McDaniel took away his pistol and made him stay inside. This probably saved his life.
We first learned of the Panay’s sinking from a young Japanese navy lieutenant on the gunboat Seta. After Nanking’s fall we had gone to the riverside to request the Japanese to radio the Panay and ask it to return to Nanking.
The lieutenant answered: “Oh, so sorry. Panay sunk.”
Unbelieving, we heard him repeat that the gunboat had gone down.
He could give no details.
During the final days of the siege we saw no Chinese planes in the air, and Chinese anti-aircraft weapons were hopelessly ineffective in keeping off Japanese bombers, although one Japanese plane was believed shot down.
The American-supported University of Nanking, a haven for thousands of terrified refugees, was not hit or disturbed.
NARROW ESCAPE
To me, the unsung hero of Nanking’s fall was an unknown Chinese private whose action probably saved me and Tillman Durdin, New York Times correspondent, whose home is in Pecos, Texas.
Walking along Chungshan Road near the Metropolitan Hotel, we were motioned out of the way by the private who, with a small group of soldiers, was putting up a last stand fight. We ducked into the safety zone just before Japanese tanks roared down the street, with machine guns firing. When they had passed, we found the private and his comrades dead in the street.
The tomb of Dr. Sun Yat-Sen, first president of China, came through the battle without damage.
(EDITORS NOTE: C. Yates McDaniel, Associated Press correspondent, stayed in Nanking throughout its siege and conquest by Japanese forces. Because of disrupted communications he was unable to transmit his story until Friday. His account was relayed by wireless from the Japanese Destroyer Tsuga. )
Aboard the Destroyer Tsuga, Dec. 18 – (AP) –
The morale of Chinese armies defending Nanking broke suddenly Sunday afternoon.
What had been planned as a slow, ordered retreat turned into a wild rout. Nanking had a night of terror.
Thousands of Chinese soldiers fought to escape from the city by a single gate.
And on Monday the rising sun flag of Japan was raised over the city’s walls.
Retreating troops were entering Nanking in apparently good order and good spirits. Suddenly, Sunday afternoon, a brigade which had been hammered throughout the day broke from its position and dashed into the city.
Police Open Fire
The soldiers ran past the American embassy, scattering crowds of civilians before them, and shouting: “The Japanese are within the city. We are surrounded.”
The first rout was stopped a hundred yards past the embassy by military police who opened fire on its leaders, killing six of them and turning back the rest.
But the mad infection raced through the city.
By dark, Nanking’s main streets were filled with troops from all positions outside the walls. First they walked. Then they broke into a wild run. As the pace quickened panic-stricken Chinese soldiers shed their rifles, helmets and uniforms.
The wounded who were able to walk wandered helplessly through the streets. Many soldiers were shot by their comrades in the stampede to the river gate on the west – the doorway to escape.
Near the war ministry a truck stalled. Within a few minutes the roadway was jammed with men, pack mules, new French 75 millimeter guns, anti-aircraft guns and baby tanks.
Barricade Is Death Trap
Someone tried to break the jam by setting fire to a gasoline truck. Soon the flames reached ammunition wagons. Shells exploded. Animals and humans near the man were killed, burned or mangled.
The river gate sandbag barricade turned out to be a death trap for many. Some were shot down by cursing comrades.
The fallen were trampled into a shapeless pulp. Before the gate’s superstructure was burned by guards attempting to turn the tide, thousands reached the Yangtze and crossed to Pukow in junks, campans and launches. Many were drowned in the crossing.
Other thousands who fled through the gate melted into the darkness in the narrow strip of country-side not then reached by encircling Japanese.
The madness had spread to Chinese troops between the wall and the river. They were firing wildly in all directions. Bullets struck the walls of my house and whistled overhead.
Saw Japs Hoist Flag
The panic-stricken Chinese set fire to munitions stored in the basement of the million dollar communications ministry building, the largest and most handsome structure in the city. Three hours later it was a smouldering ruin.
At sunrise I saw the remaining city wall defenders 200 yards away, engaged in a futile attempt to halt the Japanese advance.
Later in the morning I found that the Japanese had reached Nanking’s northeastern entrance, “The Gate of Benevolent Peace.”
I got there just in time to see Japanese scouts crawl through a breach in the gate and nail the rising sun flag to a mast.
Monday Japanese were mopping up remnants of Chinese troops inside the walls.
Tuesday 13 Japanese destroyers and gunboats arrived at the waterfront and strafed Chinese hiding across the river in Pukow. Encirclement of the city was completed.
Casualties Unknown
Chinese losses during the four day fight in and around Nanking were about 5,000. Several hundred more were shot or trampled in the rout. Japanese since then have shot another thousand Chinese soldiers and several hundred civilians.
I had no way of knowing the extent of Japanese casualties, but I saw several hundred white boxes containing ashes of the dead and several score of mule litters with wounded brought into Nanking.