Alexander Sandy Ninenger
Ninenger
When Alexander (Sandy) Nininger was twenty-three, and newly commissioned as a lieutenant
in the United States Army, he was sent to the South Pacific to serve with the 57th Infantry of
the Philippine Scouts. It was January, 1942. The Japanese had just seized Philippine ports at
Vigan, Legazpi, Lamon Bay, and Lingayen, and forced the American and Philippine forces to
retreat into Bataan, a rugged peninsula on the South China Sea. There, besieged and outnumbered, the Americans set to work building a defensive line, digging foxholes and constructing
dikes and clearing underbrush to provide unobstructed sight lines for rifles and machine guns.
Nininger’s men were on the line’s right flank. They labored day and night. The heat and the
mosquitoes were nearly unbearable.
Quiet by nature, Nininger was tall and slender, with wavy blond hair. As Franklin M. Reck recounts in “Beyond the Call of Duty,” Nininger had graduated near the top of his class at West
Point, where he chaired the lecture-and-entertainment committee. He had spent many hours
with a friend, discussing everything from history to the theory of relativity. He loved the theatre. In the evenings, he could often be found sitting by the fireplace in the living room of his
commanding officer, sipping tea and listening to Tchaikovsky. As a boy, he once saw his father
kill a hawk and had been repulsed. When he went into active service, he wrote a friend to say
that he had no feelings of hate, and did not think he could ever kill anyone out of hatred. He
had none of the swagger of the natural warrior. He worked hard and had a strong sense of
duty.
In the second week of January, the Japanese attacked, slipping hundreds of snipers through
the American lines, climbing into trees, turning the battlefield into what Reck calls a “gigantic
possum hunt.” On the morning of January 12th, Nininger went to his commanding officer. He
wanted, he said, to be assigned to another company, one that was in the thick of the action, so
he could go hunting for Japanese snipers.
He took several grenades and ammunition belts, slung a Garand rifle over his shoulder, and
grabbed a sub machine gun. Starting at the point where the fighting was heaviest—near the position of the battalion’s K Company—he crawled through the jungle and shot a Japanese soldier
out of a tree. He shot and killed snipers. He threw grenades into enemy positions. He was
wounded in the leg, but he kept going, clearing out Japanese positions for the other members
of K Company, behind him. He soon ran out of grenades and switched to his rifle, and then,
when he ran out of ammunition, used only his bayonet. He was wounded a second time, but
when a medic crawled toward him to help bring him back behind the lines Nininger waved him
off. He saw a Japanese bunker up ahead. As he leaped out of a shell hole, he was spun around
by a bullet to the shoulder, but he kept charging at the bunker, where a Japanese officer and
two enlisted men were dug in. He dispatched one soldier with a double thrust of his bayonet,
clubbed down the other, and bayonetted the officer. Then, with outstretched arms, he collapsed face down. For his heroism, Nininger was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor,
the first American soldier so decorated in the Second World War.