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A lonely outpost of coral and sand.

A thousand miles from anywhere.

Yet here, on a blue morning in June, 1942,

America and Japan fought for control of the Pacific

and changed the history of the world.

It was one of the greatest Naval battles of all time,

a turning point in the Second World War in the Pacific

Midway.

Here in a few bloody hours,

thousands of young men sacrificed their lives.

Now to the shadowy waters off Midway comes Robert Ballard,

the man who discovered the Titanic.

Ballard's quest is to fiind the American

and Japanese aircraft carriers that were sunk in the battle,

including the U.S.S. Yorktown.

But the ships are lost more than three miles down

unseen, untouched on the ocean floor

the fiinal resting place of many young men.

A story of martyrs and heroes,

admirals and airmen...

of secret codes and lucky hunches

of lost chances and the painful cost of victory

all in one monumental day. Tragedy and Triumph.

The battle for Midway.

Midway.

It is hard to ignore the archaeology of war in this place.

Nearly a lifetime after the clash at Midway,

four former soldiers walk the island's white coral sands.

Two Americans, Bill Surgi and Harry Ferrier,

and two Japanese, Haruo Yoshino and Yuji Akamatsu

all veterans of the battle.

The last time the veterans were here, they came as enemies.

Now, as respectful comrades, they will explore the meaning of their ordeal.

I met the two Japanese gentlemen, aviators, and, so I've made my peace.

And I have no animosity toward them.

They were warriors, like we were, just doing their job.

Welcome aboard.

All in their 70s now,

the survivors have traveled thousands of miles

to join undersea explorer Robert Ballard

in the search for the five aircraft carriers lost at Midway.

Ballard's quest, sponsored by National Geographic,

is to fiind Bill Surgi's ship, the Yorktown,

and Yuji and Haruo's carrier, the Kaga

It will be the voyage of a lifetime for the vets.

May, 1942.

The United States and Japan are at war

It is five months since the devastating sneak attack

on the Pacific fleet at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.

Now Japan is poised for total domination of East Asia and the Pacific.

Pearl Harbor.

In a dingy basement beneath command headquarters,

Navy code breakers have pulled off the greatest intelligence coup

of the Pacific War.

Out of coded enemy radio transmissions

they have teased out the secret plans for the next major Japanese attack

A huge Japanese task force is preparing

to strike a crippling blow against the already weakened U.S. Navy.

It will happen at Midway, as early as June 3rdless than a month away.

Yet now the U.S. Knows what's coming.

And the Americans will lie in wait, hoping to ambush the Japanese fleet.

Day one of the Ballard expedition.

To begin their exploration of the past

the veterans travel with Ballard 180 miles from Midway

to the place where Ballard thinks the Yorktown went down.

There is no X to mark this spot,

just blue water and the occasional gooney bird.

But below the waves, Ballard believes he will discover history.

For here, young men came to fight and to die.

I mean, to be at the very spot, you know,

this is where the battle took place.

This is like going to Gettysburg, this is like going to Bull Run,

this is like going to Normandy.

This is where a great chapter in human history,

tragic in many ways, was played out on the stage,

and we're on the stage right now.

While Ballard studies the terrain,

the veterans explore their own landscape of memory and loss.

This is what I looked like back then.

This was taken before the Pearl Harbor attack

I think this is what saved my life.

This is the hat I was wearing at the time.

Very brave, very brave.

A little older, a little wiser.

Pearl Harbor, 1942.

Yorktown sailor Bill Surgi hears they are headed for a place called Midway.

The word Midway was a mystique,

mystery, an awesome word to banter about.

We were not fully aware of what actually was going on there.

So all we knew was that we needed help at Midway.

Yorktown will rendezvous with her sister ships,

Hornet and Enterprise,

at a point approximately 325 miles northeast of Midway.

Their mission: To ambush the Japanese.

At the same time, four japanese carriers,

Akagi, Kaga, Soryu, and Hiryu,

under the command of Admiral Chuichi Nagumo,

are steaming for Midway.

These are the same machines and men who bombed Pearl Harbor.

The Japanese know nothing of the American trap awaiting them.

Many of the American airmen and sailors headed toward Midway

have never faced enemy fire

including Yorktown radioman and gunner Lloyd Childers.

Childers was attached to a torpedo bomber squadron.

He can't forget an intelligence briefiing he attended with other crews.

They said, if a 15plane squadron of TBD's makes torpedo runs...

...against a determined Japanese fleet

if three of you get through to deliver torpedoes,

you will have considered that you have accomplished your mission.

I immediately became alarmed,

because the odds were not good.

Lloyd Childers will soon fiind out just how bad the odds really are.

It's the seventh day of the expedition

Time to part the waves and take the first glimpse of the bottom

three miles down.

Ballard's eyes will be the U.S. Navy's remotely operated robot explorer

called ATV

equipped with lights and video cameras

Will Ballard fiinally, after years of planning and enormous effort,

be able to fiind the downed Yorktown?

For the veterans, the ATV is a time machine

carrying them back to a distant world of fury and fire.

All stations, deploying the vehicle into the water now.

I remember walking up and down those decks and 56 years after the fact,

I'm gonna look at those decks again.

And it'll bring back memories.

The ATV has now traveled over two miles and almost five decades.

The ocean bottom is getting close.

Twelve thousand feet The depth Ballard found Titanic.

All stations... past the onefivethousand feet.

Passing onefive thousand feet, aye.

Approaching 16,000, the depth Ballard found the battleship Bismarck

Nearing the sea floor, deeper than Ballard has ever gone before.

Under the relentless pressure of the ocean depths,

key equipment on the ATV has imploded.

It has collapsed into itself,

reducing metal and glass to rubble.

The ATV is crippled. Just how badly no one yet knows.

It's a disaster that may mean the end of the expedition.

June 3, 1942

The white sands of Midway are now heavily defended

by hundreds of young American servicemen

and dozens of bombers, fighters, torpedo planes.

The battle is less than 24 hours away.

Among those waiting is a small sixplane torpedo bomber squadron.

Both the planes and their young crews are untested in combat,

but the young pilots are eager to face the Japanese.

Seventeenyearold Harry Ferrier served as a radioman and gunner.

You don't think about the fact that people do get killed, you know,

as a teenager, which I really was. You think you're immortal.

And we had what we thought were the best airplanes

that the Navy had come up with

and we would really give the Japanese the hell,

I guess you'd say, and come back

And it didn't work that way.

Dawn, June 4th nearly six months to the day since Pearl Harbor.

Two hundredforty miles from Midway,

Admiral Chuichi Nagumo readies his attack

He is supremely confident of the fiinal outcome

and utterly unaware of the American aircraft carriers slowly closing in.

My spirits were, well, up to then, we had won ever battle we fought,

so we thought we would win again.

Now is the moment of attack

Six a.m.

With Japanese aircraft bearing down,

the American planes on Midway scramble into the air.

With them is the torpedo bomber carrying Harry Ferrier,

Bert Earnest and the third member of their crew,

Jay Manning, the turret gunner.

They're going after the Japanese carriers.

Earnest, Ferrier and Manning clear the island just minutes

before enemy planes hit Midway.

The Americans fight back with everything they've got.

Less than half an hour later, the first Japanese strike is over.

But if the enemy aircraft carriers are not stopped soon, Midway may fall.

Sixfifty a.m. June 4, 1942.

A hundredandsixty miles from a battletorn Midway,

the torpedo bomber carrying Ferrier,

Earnest and Manning head straight at the Japanese fleet.

As they near the carriers,

the Japanese fighter attack becomes more intense.

And tragically effective.

But very shortly, Manning had stopped firing,

and so I looked back over my shoulder to see what was going on,

and he was just hanging down in his harness in the turret

and obviously had been killed.

And then, really, the next thing I remember was waking up

with my head hanging down and blood pouring off my head.

Their plane is shot up.

Their controls and compass out of commission.

Their comrade Jay Manning is dead.

But Ferrier and Earnest are still alive

and now they have to fiind their way home.

I decided to climb up above the clouds

and see if I could see anything, and I did.

And when I got up there,

I saw a great big plume of smoke over to the east.

...and realized that probably was Midway, which had been attacked.

They manage to land safely in a plane that is literally shot to pieces.

After getting patched up at a field hospital,

Harry Ferrier waits for the return of the other five planes in his squadron.

He waits in vain.

But it was afternoon, you know, early afternoon,

and it became obvious that our airplane was the only one that had come back

that the other five did not,

and we eventually just had to accept the fact that they

all five were shot down.

It is day eight of the expedition.

Ballard's robot explorer, the ATV, is still crippled.

And the Navy doesn't know if they can get it and fully running again.

They need more time, the one thing Ballard can't spare.

Fortunately, the sonar is still going strong.

Instead of just waiting,

Ballard leaves the phantom Yorktown behind

to look for Japanese carriers at a site 170 miles away.

The Japanese veterans have not seen these waters in 56 years

not since the death of their ship, the Kaga.

Yet here, time is erased.

My heart is racing in anticipation of seeing the ship.

I keep remembering the image of the sinking carrier.

I hope it is found soon.

After all the frustration and delay,

the ATV makes it to the bottom of the sea.

But all too soon, Ballard realizes the bottom is barren

no carrier, no planes just rocks and mud.

No excuses. I just didn't fiind it. Period.

Round one.

To Kaga.

I'll get to Yorktown.

I really want the Yorktown.

That's where I'm headed.

But one unspoken question is inescapable.

If the sonar was wrong about fiinding the Kaga,

is it also wrong about the location of the Yorktown?

Seven a.m. The waters off Midway.

Japanese commander, Admiral Nagumo,

is still completely in the dark about the trap awaiting him.

Eighttwenty a.m.

Admiral Nagumo receives truly startling news.

His scout planes sight the one thing they never expected to see

an American carrier.

Nagumo is shocked to discover he has a real fight on his hands.

Now he must decide on his next step.

Should he launch a limited strike immediately?

Or regroup, refuel, and rearm all of his forces

and then obliterate what he believes to be the one American carrier?

He decides to wait.

It is a decision that will change the course of the entire war.

While Nagumo waits,

the American pilots wing their way towards his carriers.

Yet very quickly,

many of the American squadrons get separated from each other.

Most of the torpedo bombers fiind themselves on their own

without fighter protection from the fast, lethal Japanese Zeros.

One after another, the young torpedo bomber crews attack

just as they have been taught stead on low, straight at the target

directly into murderous enemy fire.

And one after another, they are blown out of the sky.

The Enterprise torpedo squadron 18 out of 28 men killed.

The Yorktown's 21 out of 24.

And of the 30 from Hornet's torpedo squad, only one man makes it back

Yet not a single torpedo makes a single successful strike

against any of the Japanese carriers.

Despite all the sacrifice, the Americans are losing the battle.

America is facing defeat at Midway.

And the enemy commander, Admiral Nagumo,

is set to launch a massive attack against the American carriers.

Nagumo's crews work feverishly

to get nearly a hundred warplanes into the air.

Abandoning all caution,

they leave explosives and gasoline strewn everywhere.

The decks are a disaster waiting to happen.

Less than a hundred miles away, 19,000 feet up,

is the last American hope, the dive bombers.

But none of them can fiind the enemy.

The Japanese have taken a 90 degree turn northward

to engage the U.S. Ships.

Then Enterprise's dive bombing squadron plays a hunch

and changes course.

And in their sights appear the four Japanese carriers

Kaga, Akagi, Soryu and Hiryu.

And there is not a Japanese fighter anywhere to be seen.

The enemy fighters are still too busy defending their carriers

against the last of the American torpedo planes

to stop the dive bombers high above.

It's a sight Lt. Dick Best has been longing for.

I was amazed to see that a, the deck was a bright yellow,

because our decks had been stained

a north Pacific blue ever since the start of the war.

And in addition to the deck being a bright yellow,

the big rising sun up forward of the elevator,

it was glowing red, like a tremendous advertisement.

Here we are, we are the Japanese Navy.

He dives toward the rising sun.

And releases his bomb as does the rest of his group

onto Japanese decks now crowded with torpedoes,

bombs, gasoline, planesand men.

She was a mass of flames from bow to stern,

with tremendous eruptions coming up

every four to five seconds as a bomb must've hit.

Japanese survivors float hour after hour in the water,

in silence with the dead and dying as Kaga burns.

Most are rescued by other Japanese ships

but not all.

We were fortunate to have been rescued so quickly.

But there were still men left swimming and they committed suicide.

In five short minutes Kaga, Akagi, and Soryu have been devastated

scores of planes destroyed, many hundreds of young men killed.

Many of the Japanese airmen are caught in the sky above their burning ships

with nowhere to land.

In just five minutes, the cream of the Japanese Navy is fimished.

But the battle is far from over.

At first, I would like to read a letter to my friends here.

Ballard's search for the Japanese carriers has failed.

And the two Japanese veterans will soon leave the Laney Chouest.

But the voyage to Midway allows Haruo and Yuji the opportunity

to bid their fallen comrades one last farewell

and to remember all the young men who died in battle.

We believe that the innumerable spirits who sacrificed their lives for their

country should be forever honored for their distinguished service.

We are honored to have fought alongside you in battle.

Veterans from both countries have overcome past animosities

and have pledged a renewed peace.

Spirits, please rest in peace.

Yes, I was thinking, as Haruo and Yuji were paying homage to their shipmates,

that I, too, lost 45 shipmates at this very spot.

As all the planes in my squadron, except the one I was in,

were actually shot down here among the Japanese battle force,

so this was a very solemn moment for me as well as for them.

Eleven a.m. On June 4th.

Admiral Nagumo regroups his surviving planes on the deck of Hiryu

the only carrier to escape American bombs.

There is still a chance to emerge victorious.

The Japanese pilots take off,

heading for the closest American carrier

Yorktown.

The enemy dive bombers score three hits killing more than a dozen men.

But, unlike the Japanese carriers, there are no bombs,

torpedoes or fuel on deck waiting to explode.

For all the smoke and fire, Yorktown is still afloat.

Two hours later, as the Yorktown continues to patch herself up,

a second wave of enemy planes target the carrier.

Yorktown's fighter pilots scramble eager to engage the enemy.

Down goes one Japanese torpedo bomber after another.

But still the enemy comes.

I look out there and here's this torpedo coming,

and it looks like a brand new nickel just come shining through the water,

right beneath us. And I said, Oh, my God, this is it.

And it goes off.

One American carrier is down.

The Japanese carrier Hiryu must be stoppedfast.

When they fiind it, Lt. Dick Best is right there, once again.

And I did look back when I was far enough out to the west to turn,

and she was aflame,

and burning just the way the ones in the morning had been.

I felt myself to be the Lord of creation at the time,

the sense of accomplishment,

and fulfiillment of revenge is so sweet that

I don't think I ever felt anything as intensely again in all my life.

Caught in the inferno on the Hiryu is Taisuke Maruyama,

one of the torpedo pilots who had just crippled the Yorktown.

The maintenance crews and emergency crews who had tried

to extinguish the fire were injured by the explosion,

and many lost their legs and hands.

The military doctor was operating on them on the deck soaked in blood.

The troops were burnt black dead bodies strewn across the deck

Hiryu, Soryu, Akagi, Kaga.

By the end of the day, all four Japanese carriers have been destroyed.

Hundreds of young men dead, maimed, burned, or left to drown.

Twentyfour hours later,

the injured Yorktown is still afloat and headed home

escorted by the destroyer Hammann.

What nobody sees is the enemy submarine below the surface

with two sitting ducks in her sights.

Japanese torpedoes split the Hammann in two, taking 81 men to the bottom.

And mortally wound Yorktown.

For nearly a day, the carrier lingers on the surface, refusing to die.

Yorktown Radioman Lloyd Childers is in sick bay, on a nearby ship,

with serious wounds to both legs.

He watches his carrier go down.

This huge ship slowly sank below the water, the waves,

until it disappeared and we watched it until it was completely gone.

It's very brutal business.

My other thoughts were that it's a terrible thing

that so called civilized nations could do things like that to each other,

convincing me that we're not really civilized yet.

It is Day 19 of the expedition.

It has been hours since Robert Ballard

sent a robot vehicle down nearly 17,000 feet

to fiind the USS Yorktown.

And half a century since Bill Surgi has seen his carrier.

Ballard has only a left to fiind the Yorktown.

After six long hours, the ATV fiinally reaches bottom, over three miles deep.

All they see are rocks

that have probably rested here undisturbed for a thousand years.

I wanna keep looking to the left.

Yet within a few moments of touching down, they see something

something that shouldn't be there.

A smooth patch of ground clear of rock

as though something had swept across the bottom.

Something unnatural, something manmade.

They follow the trail.

Bingo, bingo, bingo.

Suddenly a glint

a shiny metallic glint catches the video eye.

Dead ahead, range 150 feet.

Keep it nice and high.

I want him to look down and away.

And now the sonar on the ATV itself is announcing something big

and oddly beautiful dead ahead.

There it is.

Stop, stop, stop, stop. Contact.

It's defimitely Yorktown. There's no question about that.

The Yorktown at last

exactly where Ballard thought it would be.

Hold that, hold that still. Try to hold that.

I'm lookin' up my ready room right now

this under the bridge on the island, on the flight deck

Too much, too much, all the people that did their jobs.

I can see them doin' them now.

Keep coming up.

Oh, Yorktown, you're beautiful.

Okay, now I want to pivot to the right to zeroninezero.

The Yorktown1,100 miles form Hawaii, 3,000 from Japan,

over 3 miles below the surface.

Her 19,000 tons sunk halfway into the mud; her bow crushed.

Yet Yorktown is still intact.

The bridge.

The flight deck

The pilot house.

She is nearly untouched by time,

her guns still pointing skyward, to fend off the fiinal attack

I walked across the deck and I still got it.

Thanks again for fiinding it.

My pleasure.

And on behalf of the crew, I'm glad to be here.

Me too.

That's the boat. I got to see my ready room.

Maybe next time I'll get to see where I got all this banging at.

Well, we'll be back

That's right. It ain't gettin' away now

Thank you.

How does it feel, Bill?

I'm here, they're not.

So I'm representing the crew and I did my job.

June 4th, 1942.

America has won the battle for Midway and stopped Japan cold.

The Japanese Navy would never recover from its losses.

For the Japanese pilots, the defeat at Midway and the death

of their comrades is just the first agony.

They will return home to fiind themselves kept in isolation,

in silence.

They treated us like prisoners of war.

We were shut away from outside contact

since they were afraid we might leak information.

You see the veterans who've come back whether they're Japanese and Americans

And we brought them here to this spot, and it spoke to them.

Every one of them cried.

They didn't laugh. They didn't celebrate. They all cried.

They're hurting. And this is a half a century later.

So it's their story and what they're telling us is, don't do this.

This is not fun. It's not wonderful.

Comrades in arms who sleep in darkness

at the bottom of the ocean for 50 years after the end of the war,

thank you for your sacrifice.

I've brought a tribute, flowers from Japan, chrysanthemums,

which I've placed on your grave.

My heart is full!

Thank you.

It's difficult,

you think how many people gave up their lives that day

and they call George Gay and they call

eventually Bert and I, you know, you're heroes,

but you know, I've said

and I'll always go to my grave

believing that the real heroes died that day.

They earned a victory.