By David Rutter
America’s military machine shop produced two million new trucks during World War II, all without evidence that Staff Sgt. Fred Arthur Rutter cared for any of them more than “Juanita.”
You will meet “Juanita” and the Kentucky girl who bore that name first in “The Watermelon Gang,” a historical memoir now available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble (shorturl.at/eCLZ9). It’s the story of one Hoosier GI kid who grew up in that 1945 epoch, and left his mark on the ancient land of China’s western highlands.
Fred was my father and Juanita was mom but before I arrived, they made it through the Depression and World War II as kids who’d never met. They grew up 195 miles apart. The first year of their marriage — 1945— they spent apart. Mom was home in Danville, Ky., and dad was sent to China.
A minor irony of that war? They would never have met without it, and the three children they produced would never have existed. I often wondered who I would have been without them as parents. Likely, I would have been an inconsequential moment of cosmic curiosity had I existed at all.
But “Juanita” the girl was always with Dad in spirit during their wartime separation, and the bright white letters he painted on his Army truck’s fender confirmed it.
As a kid, he had learned to paint large flowing letters in perfect script. So he painted her name on the right fender.
It’s a good piece of a larger story which became my book, “The Watermelon Gang.” But it’s only a passing footnote in the book, and I’m still not sure if it deserved more attention, or less space. Beginning writers often fret they don’t have enough worthy ideas to fill an entire book. But eventually you become addicted to measuring how good your unsifted writing is.
As for raw material, I have found that life is filled with so much that you must put aside much of that experience when you write. Editing severely on yourself is necessary for the readers’ sake, but not as much fun as it seems. So I wrote about dad’s truck, and then pulled most of the story out of the book with regret.
But I think of the little truck occasionally. The Dodge WC-51 weapons carrier he drove over the Burma Road into China was the standard four-wheel drive 3/4 ton hauler that could tote 1,500 pounds effortlessly. It essentially was a utility truck.
He was a Quartermaster supply guru, and that was his personal vehicle until he left China.
He gave it away to a Chinese friend before heading for home. That might seem both odd and improper, but “The Watermelon Gang” reveals why it was neither.
As for the other 15,000 cargo trucks sent to China’s Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek, they stayed in China, too. Except for the several hundred Rutter and his “Watermelon Gang” sabotaged under military orders.
Sgt. Rutter was largely indifferent to all of those trucks except as useful tools . But “Juanita” was unique and special in the way that some men honor mechanical contrivances. The vehicular “Juanita” was symbolically special and might well have been the most carefully maintained GI Army vehicle in Asia that year.
He designated that specialness because it bore the name of his bride 17,000 miles away.
If that truck looks vaguely familiar, that’s largely because Dodge adopted the same basic “face” for its post-war Power-Wagon truck line, which became the nation’s first recreational off-road four-wheel-drive truck. Dodge Ram trucks still bear the lowly facial sign of their Darwinian origins.
Observers at first assumed the “WC” designation for the war-era truck reflected its role — weapons carrier. But Dodge’s model name was only coincidental. It was the most utilitarian vehicle in the American inventory — Every part in its 52 variations fit in every other WC.
The Army ordered nearly 200,000 of that 5,000-pound truck they nicknamed “Beeps” for its horn. It’s a sightly deeper version of the Roadrunner cartoon beep-beep. It remains revered as one of the most sought-after collectors’ vehicles in the world even 78 years after the war ended.
But there was only one “Juanita.” That truck was significant to Rutter also because it was a tangible lifeline to home — to her. He had promised her he would keep himself safe overseas, and she took that promise seriously. Rutter’s truck would carry him to safety.
The truck was brand new when Rutter first encountered it at the allied railhead in Assam, India. It then carried Sgt. Rutter over the Burma Road through the Himalayas to China. Juanita Rose McGlone Brown Rutter carried his heart for the next 50 years before mortality parted them.
As far as I know, he never drove another truck the rest of his life.
Though this story barely missed the cut to appear in the book except in passing, it’s still worth knowing.
And what happened to the one truck named “Juanita”?
You’ll have to read “The Watermelon Gang” to fill in that blank.