The troopers of the 1st Battalion in the area were relaxed; they felt that the worst had to be over. After all, we could see the tail of the island, our ultimate objective. Once there, Corregidor would be re-won, the island would be secure. 

But the Japanese in the tunnel under Monkey Point ridge were not quite finished.

At about 1105, my tank  fired its main tank gun down into the sloping revetted entrance into the Monkey Point tunnel. Occurring almost simultaneously with the explosion of the shell against the door of the tunnel, a violent underground detonation lifted the top off the ridge.

Both of our tanks were tossed into the air like toys. The one I was driving was blown into the air and tumbled end over end and came to rest down the ridge, trapping  all of us inside.

The blast, according to other survivors and witnesses, was more violent than the one that detonated in the Malinta tunnels. The explosion sent Japanese and paratrooper bodies, arm, legs, and torsos flying into the air. The entire island was shaken as if an earthquake had struck.

They borrowed an acetylene torch from a Seventh Fleet destroyer and cut our tank open to get me out. They tell me it was incredible that the rescuers found that I was still alive. My right arm was near severed, I had numerous skull fractures, and my lungs burned like hell.

Sgt. Waddley, my tank commander, was blown in half, and died from shock  when he saw both his legs were gone. Jenkins was the gunner, and he lost his legs. Larry Farris  was assistant driver.  When the explosion happened the 75 mm went through him backwards. Lagrange was the loader.  The gun mounting blew and crushed his head.

I woke up 8 days latter with a nurse shaving me and I surely thought I was dead, and gone to heaven.

Guy Krull
1st Calvary Division
603 Tank Co