October 13th, 1942. Lunga Point, Guadal Canal. A young North Dakota soldier stepped off the landing craft into ankle deep saltwater and dragged a wooden crate up the beach. Inside the crate were grand rifles oiled and packed in cosmoline. The Marines watching from the treeine had been on that island for 67 days. They had buried friends.
They had eaten captured Japanese rice. They had killed Colonel Kona Ichiki at the Tanaru River with bolt-action Springfields that their fathers might have carried in 1918. And when the first Marines saw what came out of that crate, his face did something the soldier never forgot. It was not gratitude.
It was closer to envy. 12 nights later, on October 25th, the Japanese 17th Army threw 3,000 men at the eastern perimeter of Henderson Field. The American Division’s 164th Infantry Regiment, those same North Dakota National Guardsmen, stood in the rain alongside Chesty Puller’s first battalion, Seventh Marines. The Japanese broke against the line.
They came in waves. They were cut down in waves. And the men who survived would later describe a single new variable that nobody on the Japanese side had been briefed on. Japanese field manuals captured later stated that American infantry carried boltaction M1903 Springfields, five rounds per magazine, perhaps 15 aimed shots per minute, plenty of time between bolts for a banzai charge to close the gap.
The doctrine had carried them from Muckton to Manila on exactly that assumption. What they ran into at Henderson Field instead was a semi-automatic rifle firing eight rounds of 30-06, as fast as the trigger could be pulled. A single American squad with a new weapon put more lead into a treeine in 30 seconds than an entire Japanese platoon firing arisakas.
Postwar interrogations recorded the same Japanese reaction over and over, a belief at first that they were facing concealed machine guns. But here is the part of the story that is never told properly. This rifle the Japanese were so unprepared to face, the one Patton would later describe as the greatest battle implement ever devised, was not the rifle the United States had originally adopted.
The first version had been wrong, officially wrong. By the US Army’s own written admission, the original design was a mistake. 48,000 had been built and quietly recalled. The man who designed it had spent the years before Pearl Harbor tearing apart his own work while Hitler annexed Czechoslovakia. The word mistake in the title sits inside quotation marks for a reason.
There are actually two mistakes in this story, one real, one imagined. And the difference between how the US Army treated them is the entire reason a soldier in a flooded foxhole on Guadal Canal had a weapon that could stop a banzai charge. To understand that, we have to go back to a French Canadian boy sweeping a Connecticut textile mill at the age of 10 and to a single document signed in October 1939 that almost no one outside a small office in Washington has ever read.
Part one, the design that was wrong. Jean Kantius Garand was born on January 1st, 1888 on a farm near Sant Reie, Quebec. He was one of 12 children, six boys, six girls. When his mother died in 1899, his father moved the family south to Jwit City, Connecticut. The children went to work in a textile mill where Jean, by then writing his name as John, learned English while sweeping floors. He was 11 years old.
He attended exactly one more year of school after that. The man who would design the rifle of the American century stopped being a student at age 12. What he had instead was an obsession with machines and an obsession with shooting. A gun club near the family’s house left target rifles at the grand home between matches. John taught himself to shoot.
He apprenticed as a machinist at Brown and Sharp in Providence in 1909. He took correspondence courses in engineering at night. By 1917, when the US Army put out bids for a light machine gun design, the man without a high school education submitted plans the War Department actually bought.
On November 4th, 1919, he reported for work as a consulting engineer at Springfield Armory in Massachusetts. He would walk through those gates every working day for the next 34 years. His assignment, in the deliberately plain language the ordinance department preferred, was to design a self-loading infantry rifle to replace the boltaction Springfield model 1903.
Nobody had ever built a successful one for a major army. The British had tried. The French had tried. The Germans were trying. The 30-06 cartridge with its enormous chamber pressure kept defeating every prototype. 15 years of work followed. Trial and error, failure, incremental progress, mostly invisible to the public, paid for on a civil service salary that never made Garand a rich man.
He patented the basic action in 1934. The US Army standardized the design on January 9th, 1936 as the US rifle caliber 30M1, the first standardisssue semi-automatic infantry rifle in the history of warfare. Mass production began at Springfield in September 1937, 10 rifles per day, 945 in all of 1937. With Europe sliding toward war, the new American service rifle was crawling into existence at a pace that was alarming.
And then, as the first units began carrying it into field exercises, something began to go wrong. Garan’s original design used a system known informally as the gas trap. After the bullet left the barrel, expanding gas was caught between the muzzle and a screw on metal cap, then redirected backward through a cylinder where it pushed a piston that worked the action.
It was elegant on paper. It worked in testing, but once the new weapon began to see real field service, a list of weaknesses started showing up in reports from the troops. The screw holding the gas cylinder plug in place could loosen with sustained firing. When it loosened, the cylinder shifted out of alignment.
A misaligned cylinder put a metal lip directly in the path of a bullet, leaving the muzzle. On a few of these early rifles, the projectile struck that lip and blew the entire gas cylinder off the end of the barrel. Carbon fouling was worse, almost impossible to clean with a normal patch and rod. Veteran armorers later said that getting hardened carbon out of an early gas trap sometimes required a chisel.
The bayonet mount on that same cylinder was not as rigid as the infantry wanted. A man fixing bayonets for a charge needed his blade locked tight, not wobbling on a screwed on collar. These were not catastrophic problems. Most rifles fired thousands of rounds without blowing themselves apart. But they were real. They were the kind that compound over time in mud, in heat, in dust, under the kind of neglect combat imposes on equipment.
By 1939, men in the field were noticing. So were the ordinance officers in Washington. This is the moment in the story where most armies in history have gone in a particular direction. The direction is denial. Nobody wants to admit that the new wonder weapon, the one the budget was fought for, the one already in production, is not quite what was promised.
In 1939, with war already burning in Poland, the political math pointed in one direction. Keep building what you have. Ship it. I hope the flaw does not matter. But here is what almost nobody mentions when they talk about the M1 Garand. The mistake the title refers to was not the flaw itself. Every weapon has flaws. The Arisaka had flaws.
The Mouser had flaws. The Mosen Nagant had flaws. What turned a piece of metal in a Connecticut warehouse into a weapon Japanese soldiers would learn to fear in jungles thousands of miles away was not the flaw in the design. It was the document that admitted the flaw existed. Signed in a quiet Washington office in October of 1939, three years before the 164th Infantry waited ashore at Guadal Canal, two years before Pearl Harbor.
What happened in that document and what the US Army did about it is the part of the story that explains every Japanese officer’s confused face in every captured photograph from the Pacific. If the army had done what most armies do, buried the report, kept the rifles in production, shipped the flawed version into combat, the history of the Pacific War would read differently.
Henderson Field might have fallen. Banzai charges might have worked. None of those things happened, and the reason starts with one signature on one piece of paper 3 years before the war. Part two, the document that almost nobody read. March 8th, 1939. Office of the Chief of Ordinance, Washington, D.C., Major Guy H.
Drury, an Ordinance Officer with a long career in small arms development, sat down at his desk and typed a letter to Lieutenant Colonel Raymond Marsh at Fort Benning, Georgia. The letter, which still exists in the Springfield Armory archives, is one of the more remarkable documents in the institutional history of the United States military, and it is almost entirely unknown outside the small community of M1 collectors and historians.
Drury wrote about something he and John Garand had been quietly working on for months, a redesigned front end. The gas trap was out. In its place, Garand had developed a much simpler arrangement, a port drilled directly into the barrel near the muzzle through which propellant gas would be channeled into a smaller cylinder to drive the operating rod.
No screw on cap, no false muzzle, no misalignment risk. The new system was easier to clean. It was stronger. It locked the bayonet to the barrel itself, and it could be manufactured faster than the old design. Drury told Marsh that the new front end had been put through a 10,000 round test. The functioning, he wrote, was very good.
A few minor changes were still needed, mostly to make production simpler. On June 10th, Drury wrote again to Captain HG Sidinham at Fort Benning, saying that 10 test rifles would soon be shipped down. By October 4th, those rifles were on their way. And on October 26th, 1939, 53 days after Hitler invaded Poland, the US Army Ordinance Committee formally recommended that the gas trap be replaced.
The flaw was now official in writing with a signature, “Think about what the paper actually was.” The US Army had a service rifle. The institution had spent more than a decade and a substantial slice of its peacetime weapons budget developing it. Springfield Armory was producing it. The infantry board had approved it. Soldiers in the 116th Infantry Regiment were drilling with it on parade grounds.
The Philippines garrison would soon be issued it. And now in October of 1939, the Ordinance Department put on paper that the version in production was the wrong version. No other major army on Earth did anything comparable. In 1939, the Germans knew their ga 41 designs had reliability problems.
They kept building them. The Soviets had their own self-loading rifle, the SVT38 with its own list of issues. They kept building it. When you’re about to fight a major war, you do not stop the assembly line. You ship what you have and hope. The US Army stopped the assembly line. Production of gas trap rifles continued at a slow pace through the spring and summer of 1940.
While Springfield retoled, the drawings for the new front end were finalized on March 15th, 1940, 21 months before Pearl Harbor. Delivery of the redesigned component began in June 1940. The last gas trap M1 rolled off the Springfield assembly line in August 1940. The final tally recorded by historian Bruce Canfield, 48,119 gas trap rifles built.
Almost all of them were recalled. The flawed front ends were stripped off and replaced with the new design at depo level facilities. Once the redesign was in place, production climbed in a way that should have alarmed anyone watching the United States from Berlin or Tokyo. By January 10th, 1941, still almost a year before Pearl Harbor, Springfield was finishing 600 rifles per day.
At peak wartime output in January 1944, the armory rolled out 122,000 rifles in 31 days, roughly 4,000 per day, 164 per hour around the clock. Women working in the women ordinance workers program made up 43% of the Springfield workforce at peak. Winchester ran a parallel line in New Haven. Between the two factories, more than 4 million M1 Garands were built before the war ended.
and every single one had the redesigned front end. This is the link in the causal chain that almost no documentary about the M1 ever bothers to explain. The actual mistake, the gas trap, was not what made the rifle feared in the Pacific. The gas trap was a piece of metal almost nobody outside Springfield Armory ever held.
What made the weapon feared was the institutional honesty that recalled 48,000 units before the war began. The admission on paper that the existing design was wrong. The choice to stop a production line to fix it. The decision to send the corre corrected version out the door knowing it would be the one that fought the war.
If Drury had not written those letters in 1939. If the ordinance committee had not signed off in October. If Springfield had kept building gas traps through 1941. If the US Army had treated its mistake the way most armies treated theirs. Buried. denied, shipped, then what the 164th Infantry carried ashore at Guadal Canal would have been the different weapon.
Carbon fouled, bayonet wobbling, the occasional cylinder blowing off the muzzle, and the bansai charge would have looked different against it. Men like Major Drury, who signed his letters in a Washington office and never saw a Japanese soldier in his life, do not appear in the movies about the Pacific. Their work was small, paperbased, slow, done in offices that smelled of carbon paper and pipe tobacco.
But if you want to understand why a marine in a flooded foxhole on Edson’s Ridge could put eight rounds of 30-06 into three targets in the time a Japanese rifleman chambered two, the answer goes back to that paper. Every like on this video keeps those men visible, keeps the names of the officers who never carried a rifle but made it work attached to the story.
But a redesigned front end on a drawing board is not the same thing as a redesigned weapon in the hands of a man being charged at by Japanese infantry. The new M1 still had to prove itself in conditions the engineers at Springfield could not simulate. And the place where that proof would come, the first place American infantry would carry it in significant numbers against the Imperial Japanese Army was a malaria soaked fungus eaten island in the South Pacific where the Marines holding the line had been told the rifle would not work. Part
three, the test under fire Guadal Canal. Late October 1942. The First Marine Division had been on the island since August 7th. They had landed almost unopposed, captured the half-built Japanese airfield, named at Henderson Field after a Marine pilot killed at Midway, and then watched their own Navy sail away before all their supplies were ashore.
For the next 10 weeks, they ate captured Japanese rice. They fought malaria. They buried friends, and they did all of it carrying the M1903 Springfield, the same boltaction service arm their fathers had carried in the trenches of 1918. The Marine Corps had been offered the new grand. The core had run its own tests in 1940 and November 1940 alongside the Patterson, the Johnson, and a Winchester semi-automatic.
The Marine Board’s conclusion was cautious. Under favorable conditions, the M1 was superior to the Springfield. Under severe conditions, and amphibious operations were considered severe, the board was not ready to put it in the hands of Marines waiting through salt water and crawling through coral. Time magazine in March 1941 ran a story under the headline Army report on the Garand that described the Marine findings as a grave indictment of the rifle’s dependability.
The Marine Board’s mud test was quoted directly. The Springfield could still be operated. The M1 dowsed in light consistency mud would not function, and the longer a man tried to work the bolt by hand, the harder it became. That was the public record in 1941. That was what every Marine who landed at Guadal Canal in August 1942 had been told about the new Army rifle.
And that was why when an Army National Guard outfit from North Dakota, the 164th Infantry Regiment of the American Division came ashore at Lunga Point on October 13th, 1942 carrying brand new Gasport M1s. The Marines watching from the perimeter were not sure what to make of it. One of the men landing that day was a young Army officer named John B. George.
Before the war, George had been a national level rifle competitor, the youngest person to win the Illinois State Thousand-Yard Championship and a member of the Illinois National Guard’s 132nd Infantry. He would later serve with Merryill’s Marauders in Burma. In 1947, he published a book called Shots Fired in Anger.
It is one of the most carefully observed firsthand accounts of small arms combat from the Pacific Theater, written by a man who treated the comparison between American and Japanese weapons with the rigor of a marksman. George’s assessment of the M1, written from direct combat experience on Guadal Canal, was unambiguous.
He called it probably the very best rifle in the war and the best military hand weapon ever placed on the battlefield. The eight- round clip, he noted, gave the American soldier three more rounds than the Springfield’s five round magazine. And he wrote simply that five shots are not as good as eight. But the part of his book worth reading carefully is where he documents what happened when Marines on Guadal Canal, men told the M1 would fail in the jungle, actually got their hands on the new weapon.
They tested it the way men in combat test a new tool cautiously, then with growing assurance. The few Marines who had access to Garands took them into heavy jungle, fired them at conditions the Marine Board had warned against, and found that the action did not jam any more often than the Springfield. The three extra rounds encouraged what George described as a certain assurance and confidence.
The reduced recoil made shooters who had been timid with the .30-06 more willing to fire. And then very quickly, the demand began. What happened next is one of the better documented small scandals of the Guadal Canal campaign. As the 164th Infantry moved into the line, Marines started pilfering Garands. Soldiers of the 164th said later that if they put their rifle down and turned their back for a moment, a marine arm would come out of the jungle and the rifle would disappear.
The thefts became so widespread that when the first Marine division departed Guadal Canal in December 1942, Army officers had to be stationed at the embarcation points to confiscate every M1 carried aboard ship by Marines. The core had been told the weapon would fail. The Marines who had used it in combat reached the opposite conclusion.
The Battle of Henderson Field began on the night of October 23rd, 1942. Two days of probing attacks. Then on October 24th, Lieutenant General Harukichi Hyakutake’s 17th Army threw its main assault at the southern and eastern perimeter. Chesty Puller’s first battalion, 7th Marines, held the southern sector with Springfields.
The 164th with its Garands held the eastern flank. The ground the Japanese had to cross to reach the airfield. The army records and the marine afteraction reports are consistent on one point. The volume of fire the 164th was able to produce foxhole for foxhole was unlike anything the Marines had been able to put down with their Springfields.
An infantry squad armed with eight round Garans put more aimed rounds downrange in any given 30-second window than the same number of men with five round bolt actions. The Japanese, who had planned the assault around the assumption that American rifle fire would be limited by bolt manipulation, ran into a wall of lead they had not been briefed to expect.
Some Japanese accounts captured later refer to the Americans firing machine guns continuously across the entire front. Most of those machine guns were Garands. By dawn on October 26th, the Japanese ground offensive on Henderson Field was finished. The Imperial Army never made another major attempt to take the airfield. Two days later, President Roosevelt told the New York Herald Tribune forum that it appeared the turning point in the war had been reached.
He did not specifically credit John Garand, but the weapon the 164th had carried into the line, redesigned, recalled, and quietly debugged in the years before the war, was a significant part of why the turning point came when it did. The flaw the army acknowledged in 1939. The 48,000 recalled units. The new front end finalized on March 15, 1940.
The 10,000 round test. The 600 per day in January 1941. All of it converged on one foxhole in the Solomons on a rainy night in October 1942 and on a thousand other foxholes like it. That is the chain. That is what the title of the story means. The mistake itself did nothing. The willingness to admit the mistake before the war began did everything.
And then almost immediately, a second mistake began to appear. Not a real one, an imagined one. Born in the same combat on the same nights, destined to follow the M1 for the next 80 years through magazines and movies and barroom arguments. A sound the weapon made. A sound that, according to the legend, was the rifle’s fatal flaw.
And the way the US Army responded to that supposed flaw is the second half of the story. Part four, the ping, the M1. Garand fed from an eight round metal clip called an onb block. The clip held the cartridges in two staggered rows of four. It loaded from the top of the open action in one motion, pressed down with the thumb until the bolt slammed forward.
And woe to the soldier who let his thumb linger one fraction of a second too long because the bolt would catch it on the way home. M1 thumb. Every man who carried the weapon either learned the lesson once or carried the scar. When the eighth round fired, the action ejected the empty clip up and out of the receiver. The clip struck by an internal lever made a high clear metallic sound on the way out. A ping.
Anyone who has fired a Garand on a quiet range remembers it. The sound has been in a hundred movies. It is in Saving Private Ryan. It is in the Pacific. It is for a great many people the auditory signature of the entire American infantry of the Second World War. Somewhere in the Pacific, possibly Guadal Canal, possibly later, a legend was born about that sound.
The story told and retold for 80 years runs like this. A GLI is in a firefight. He fires his eight rounds. The empty clip ejects with its distinctive ping. A Japanese soldier nearby, having been trained to listen for the sound, recognizes that the American weapon is empty. He leaps from cover and bayonets the now helpless Gy before he can reload.
According to this story, the ping was the M1’s fatal weakness, a built-in tell that any attentive enemy could exploit. The same legend with different uniforms would attach itself to American soldiers fighting Germans in Italy and Belgium. The legend has been investigated and reinvestigated by Jonathan Ferguson at the Royal Armories and Leadeds, by the British YouTube channel Bloke on the Range, by the Grand Collectors Association, which in 1952 produced a technical memorandum interviewing American soldiers about whether the
sound had ever cost them their lives. And the conclusion of every serious study is that the famous ping as a tactical advantage to the enemy was almost entirely a myth. The reasons are not complicated. The first is acoustic. A small piece of stamped steel ejecting from a rifle is in the absence of other sound audible.
In the middle of a firefight with 3-06 rounds cracking, machine guns hammering, mortars dropping, men shouting, artillery in the middle distance. The ping is buried under a wall of noise human ear can filter out in real time. In actual combat, the question is not whether the enemy might hear it. It is whether anybody could hear it.
The second reason is tactical. Even assuming an enemy soldier somehow distinguished the ping from every other noise around him and somehow knew it meant the American he was facing had fired his last round, what could he do about it in the next 3 seconds? Because 3 seconds is roughly how long it took a trained GI to slap a new clip into the action.
A Japanese soldier rising from cover at the sound of a ping would be standing in the open in plain view while the American in front of him was either reloading or being covered by the three other Americans within 20 ft of him. The 1952 Gar Grand Collectors Association memorandum noted with quiet amusement that some soldiers reported being equally worried about the audible click of the safety mechanism.
Folklore worry, not tactical reality. The third reason is documentary. There is no capture Japanese training manual instructing soldiers to listen for the ping. There is no post-war interrogation in which a Japanese veteran describes the tactic being used. And most damning of all, the Japanese field manuals captured during the Pacific War reportedly indicated that American infantry were armed with the M1903 Springfield.
The Imperial Army had not been told the M1 existed. A Japanese soldier in 1942 was, in the literal sense, not listening for an M1 ping because his training did not assume Americans had M1s. And yet, the legend persists. 80 years on, every documentary about the Garand devotes time to it. Many veterans, when asked, will say they used to be a little careful about firing their last round.
Not because they had documented evidence the Japanese were listening, because in the long paranoid quiet of jungle combat, a soldier counts every variable that might be against him. Here is what is worth pausing on. The first mistake, the gas trap, was a real flaw. The US Army documented it, recalled 48,000 units, and fixed it before the war began.
The second mistake, the ping, was an imagined flaw. Soldiers in combat worried about it. Folklore amplified it. Movies preserved it. And yet, the army never tried to fix it. There was no project to redesign the unblock clip, no special order to muffle the ejection. The army simply lived with it.
Why? Because the difference between the two mistakes was the difference between a problem that mattered and a problem that did not. The gas trap actually broke rifles. The ping broke nothing. It was a sound that frightened soldiers more than it ever killed them. The institution that had been willing to stop a production line in 1939 to fix something genuinely wrong was also willing in 1942 and 1943 and 1944 to ignore something that was not wrong at all.
That is a kind of institutional discipline that does not get written about in the history of any other major army of the Second World War. The American Ordinance Department, almost alone among its peers, learned to tell the difference between a flaw to address and a flaw to wave off. If your father or grandfather carried an M1 in the Pacific or in Europe or in Korea, I would be honored if you would tell their story in the comments.
What unit did they serve in? What island? What river? What town did they cross? The Grand passed through the hands of millions of American boys and young men, and every one of them had a different relationship with the sound at the end of the clip. Some never thought about it. Some counted every round. Some, 50 years later, would still hear it in their sleep.
The accounts that never made it into the history books are often the ones that matter most. And the men who carried the weapon into the worst the Imperial Japanese Army had to throw at them were about to face that worst in its purest form on islands the American public could not yet find on a map. Saipan, Tinian, Pleu, Okinawa. The Banzai charge, the tactic that had broken Chinese armies, captured Manila, taken Singapore, was about to meet head-on a weapon that had been quietly debugged for three years before the first Japanese soldier ever heard one
fire. Part five, the verdict. The bonsai charge had a logic. From the Japanese perspective, it was not the irrational suicide tactic that postwar western history sometimes painted as. It was an exploitation of a specific mathematical weakness in early 20th century infantry combat. Bolt-action rifles fired slowly.
A defender armed with one had to time every shot, work the bolt, reacquire the target, and fire again. The window between shots was the window for the attacker. A mass formation of bayonet armed infantry charging across short distances could in theory close the gap during that window. It had worked against poorly equipped Chinese conscripts at Shanghai, at Nank King, at dozens of smaller actions across the long SinoJapanese War.
Japanese doctrine codified it. Japanese officers built careers around its successful execution. And then on a beach the United States had never heard of before. 1942, the doctrine met a weapon it had not been written to defeat. August 17th, 1942. make an island in the Gilberts. Lieutenant Colonel Evans Carlson’s second Marine Raider Battalion landed from the submarines USS Nautilus and USS Argonaut on a raid intended to draw Japanese attention from the Guadal Canal landings 10 days earlier.
The raiders, unusually for Marines at that point in the war, were carrying Garands. The Japanese defenders, after their machine guns were knocked out, did what doctrine told them to do. They formed up and charged with rifles and swords. They were stopped by rapid accurate American fire from a combination of M1 Garands, Thompson submachine guns, and Browning automatic rifles.
The pattern repeated on a second charge. It did not work. It would never work again at the scale Japanese doctrine had imagined. John B. George, the Illinois rifle competitor who became an army officer on Guadal Canal, recorded one engagement with a level of detail worth quoting from his book directly because it is one of the few places in the historical record where the documented use of a grand against a charging Japanese soldier appears at a participant’s own words.
George describes two American soldiers facing a Japanese soldier charging with a bayonet. The two men pointed their garands at his chest. Then, in George’s phrasing, they pumped the triggers until both clips were ringingly ejected from the receivers. 16 rounds of 30-06 at point blank range in roughly 4 seconds.
George notes that the continued fire was not hysteria, not waste. The charging soldier was alive and dangerous in George’s judgment until perhaps the last two rounds were fired. The mathematics of stopping a determined infantry charge had changed. Eight rounds in a Springfield were not enough. 16 rounds and two Garands together were a wall.
The largest bonsai charge of the war came two years later. July 7th, 1944. Saipan. General Yoshitsugu Sido, knowing the battle was lost, gathered roughly 4,300 Japanese soldiers, walking wounded and some civilians. Many were unarmed. He ordered the charge directly into the US Army’s first and second battalions of the 105th Infantry Regiment. The fight lasted 15 hours.
The 105th lost close to a thousand men killed and wounded. The Japanese force was effectively annihilated. Whatever the bonsai charge had been at Shanghai, at Nank King, at Manila, by July 1944, against American infantry carrying the weapon that had been recalled and redesigned 5 years earlier, it was over. That is what the title means.
That is, the causal chain closed. The gas trap did not make the M1 feared in the Pacific. The flaw, as a flaw, did nothing for the weapon. What made the rifle feared was the institutional choice made in October 1939 by men who would never see Saipan to admit the flaw existed and to fix it before the war began.
The acknowledgement was the cause, the reliable rifle in the hands of the 164th at Henderson Field was the effect. No other major army in the Second World War made that kind of correction to its frontline service rifle in peace time. The US Army did, and the consequences played out in the foxholes of the Pacific from October 1942 to August 1945.
The second mistake, the Ping, survives in folklore precisely because the first mistake was solved so completely. An army that fixes its real problems can afford to carry around imaginary ones. The Ping killed nobody who would not have been killed anyway. It frightens soldiers. It frightens viewers in movies, but the weapon behind the ping was the one that had been engineered, recalled, retoled, and rebuilt in the years before the war.
The eight rounds before the sound did the work that mattered. On January 26th, 1945, with the Battle of the Bulge winding down and the Third Army driving into Germany, Lieutenant General George S. Patton sat down and wrote a letter to Major General Leavenh H. Campbell, the chief of ordinance. The letter is preserved in the National Archives.
Patton was not a man given to flattery. The opening sentence has become one of the most quoted endorsements in American military history. In his opinion, Patton wrote, “The M1 rifle was the greatest battle implement ever devised. The Marines who had been warned in 1941 the rifle was a fair weather weapon ended the war as some of its most committed users.
From Terawa onward, Guam, Tinian, Saipan, Pleu, Okinawa, the American side fought almost entirely with the redesigned M1. Combat reports from Terawa noted that even in the salty, sandy, amphibious conditions the Marine Board had warned about, the action cleared with standard remedial steps. The old breed of the first Marine Division carried it from Cape Gloucester to Okinawa.
John Kantius Garand never made a dollar in royalties from the rifle that bears his name. As a Springfield Armory civil servant, his patents were assigned to the United States government. A bill was introduced in Congress in the 1940s to award him a one-time payment of $100,000. The bill did not pass. He retired in 1953 with a millionth M1 presented to him on his last day.
He died in Springfield, Massachusetts on February 16th, 1974 at the age of 86. Roughly four to 5 million of his rifles were built. Many are still being fired today at the John C. Garand match at Camp Perry, Ohio. Competitive shooters putting eight rounds of 30-06 through actions designed by a French Canadian boy who once swept floors at a Connecticut textile mill.
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And remember this, if nothing else, the men who fought with the M1 had names. The young soldier on the Guadal Canal Beach, John George from Illinois, John Basalone from New Jersey. The rifle did not win the Pacific. They did. The weapon was what the United States Army managed to put in their hands by being honest in 1939 about a mistake it had made.
That kind of honesty is rarer than the medal in eight rounds of30-6. And it deserved to be remembered the way the men who carried the rifle deserved to be remembered by their names.
