Deep Pockets - the American Spy

Deep Pockets, was owner operator of Club Tsubaki, a slinky Cabaret that came ever so close to that fine line of “brothel,” located in the heart Manila Philippines. Deep Pockets ran the ultra-exclusive nightspot and dance club, greeting the clientele at the door. The high end clientele consisted of high ranking Japanese officers, usually in route to various locations in the South Pacific to carry out the war. Floor shows, lap dances and sake flowed freely.

Deep Pockets' real name was Dorothy Clara Fuentes, a Filipina with Italian extraction...usually dressed in a white evening gown with a plunging neckline. Her real purpose was to get the Japanese drunk….make’em happy….and then get all the intelligence she could. Sometimes it was as simple as to the next destination of a troop transport ship. Other times it was the Japanese intentions and plans of an impending battle. The covert operation ran deep and wide….all the way to General MacArthur’s ears.

Even more interesting than the Covert Operations Brothel was the background of the Mrs. Fuentes, the Filipina Italian. Her real name was not Clara Fuentes….and she wasn’t from the Philippines. She was a red blooded American from Oregon and her name was Claire Phillips. She had married John Phillips who served in the 31st Infantry of the U.S. Army. They were stationed in Manila before the war started. John was killed when the Japanese invaded the Philippines and through a convoluted means lead to his widowed wife becoming a U.S. Spy. When learning about her decease husband, she tanned herself in a rice field for a week, came up with her means and a cover…and now you know of an unsung hero.

Where her services really aided in the American effort was what she did for the American POW of Bataan. The money that the club earned was used to by medical supplies, semblance of food and other necessities for the men of Cabanatuan compound. They were snuck in by the chaplains…often at high risks. The spy ring was wide…and there was always a fear of the hammer dropping. Clara Phillips was once tortured by the Japanese when they encroached on her efforts. She refused to break….and was released. She continued.

We are two weeks out from Bataan Memorial Marathon and the taper has begun. Over the past two years, when I get to the taper, I am mentally and emotionally spent. It is not the case this time. I don’t know if it is the history behind the race or the efforts of raising money for the Injured Marine Semper Fi Fund, but I think that this may have something to do with it. The support I have had for the training and the running of this race has made each step easier. I cannot tell you what many of your emails and comments have meant to me and my family. I am a blessed guy, humbled and I thank you. This past Saturday consisted of only a 10 mile run with the pack. All of my other workouts have stayed consistent with the rest of my training schedule.

Join me next week as we close out the Bataan Story.

To Die A Thousand Deaths

Dr. Ralph Emerson Hibbs

Dr. Ralph Emerson Hibbs had succumbed to malaria. The disease that he had seen a thousand times on Bataan had now ravaged his malnourished body. Laying in a ditch, delirious with chills, the attack came over him suddenly. The Plasmodium vivax “bursting forth from his liver and into his bloodstream.” There was nothing he could do to treat himself….at the end of the first week in April 1992, quinine had all been used up to treat the

other thousands of cases of malaria that had run rampant through the U.S. Soldiers. Dr. Hibbs was serving as the 2^nd Battalion of the 31^st Infantry Regiment surgeon.

The attack on the the Philippines began the same day as the Pearl Harbor attack, December 8, 1941…due to the international date line the calendar shows them to be on different days. By Christmas 1942, Washington had already deemed Bataan as a lost cause and soon President Roosevelt demanded that the Supreme Commander Douglas MacArthur to withdraw…and he did…to Australia. Feeling the neglect, the soldiers would chant:

We’re the battling bastards of Bataan,

No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam

No aunts, no uncles, no nephews,no nieces,

No pills, no planes, no artillery pieces,

…and nobody gives a damn.

For 4 months the battle raged on Bataan. Bullets and bombs did little to the American G.I.’s compared to disease and starvation. The soldiers would catch dogs, cats, monkeys, slugs, rats…anything to eat. The locals taught them how to prepare hound haggis. Hibbs recalled, “It was a custom to eat the stomach of a dog that had been gorged with rice before sacrificing it. The warm rice mixed with the mucus of the stomach was supposedly a delicacy." If the war didn’t kill you, disease would. As many as 24,000 warriors were crowed into field hospitals.

It’s hard to fathom a tropical, humid, disease ridden jungle when it’s 11 degrees outside. Yet at 0615 on this past Saturday, that’s what the most recent cold front offered North Texas. I had never run in temperatures that cold…never. There are a lot of reasons I love living in Texas….and being a warm climate is at the top of that list. Knowing time is of the essence, I had no choice but to breach the cold temperature in the darkness. The first 6 miles were sans pack. I do this to get the miles in while at the same time being able to adjust to running with a pack. I was to run 15 miles total, with the last 9 being with a pack. Throw another 5 mile pack run in on Sunday morning. My hands went numb and the water in my Camelbak froze. There were icicles on my headphone wires and the buff to cover my mouth and nose was frozen solid around the neck.

Last week after putting in a total of 11.5 miles with pack, I weighed it Sunday evening. The scale responded that I was freaking crazy right after it indicated that the pack weight was 40 lbs….5 lbs over the required limit for the Bataan Memorial Marathon. I have left it at 40 lbs. My body feels good so let’s train heavy!

The pack seemed to be less cumbersome than the previous week. Running with it is a complete adjustment. All my core work of the past 2 months has completely paid off and only the shoulders are a bit sore after a back to back days running weekend. It’s hard for me to commence with any speed with all that mass on my back. I feel nimble of foot…but a 14 minute mile is about as best I can muster on a fairly benign surface. The heart rate never gets to high. I continue with core work at least 4 days a week and continue with speed work as well.

On April 9, 1942 Major General Edward King adorned his cleanest uniform and prepared to meet Japan’s General Masaharu Homma for a surrender of the 78,000 American and Filipino soldiers under his command. Seventy-seven years to the day prior, General Lee had met with General Grant at Appotmattox Court House for the exact same reason. Being a student of the Civil War, General King lamented that he now knew how Lee felt on that fateful day when he said, “I would rather die a thousand deaths.” The Battle of Bataan was over…and the worst was yet to come.

(Historical accounts derived from the book Ghost Soldiers by Hampton Sides)