05.04.2013 Views

elsie item issue 69 - USS Landing Craft Infantry

elsie item issue 69 - USS Landing Craft Infantry

elsie item issue 69 - USS Landing Craft Infantry

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles

YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.

Feeding the Marines<br />

(recounted to Bob by Marvin Carpenter, S1/C<br />

Runnelstown, MS<br />

It was at Peleliu. One day when we threw<br />

some garbage overboard, the Tuna had a feeding<br />

frenzy. They went after everything. Some<br />

of our fishermen on board threw in lines with<br />

bare hooks and pulled in tuna until we had a<br />

deck full. The feeding frenzy ended just as<br />

fast as it started and the fishermen could not<br />

catch another tuna.<br />

So what to do with all that tuna? We signaled<br />

to Marines on shore and asked they<br />

wanted some. They were on K-rations at the<br />

time.<br />

“No,” they replied, “but if you have some<br />

extra steaks we’ll come out and get them”<br />

Extra steaks? We had forgotten what a<br />

beef steak looked like. We told them so and<br />

evidently they changed their minds, for they<br />

did come out and get some of our tuna.<br />

The Great Storm of October, 1945<br />

(from Bob Martin himself)<br />

We were hit by the big storm on March 25,<br />

1945, when we were on our way to the invasion<br />

of Okinawa. We were going north and<br />

west, heading straight into a 40 to 50 knot<br />

gale. Rain squalls and spray reduced visibility<br />

and made steering laborious. We drank lots of<br />

coffee at night to stay awake for our watches.<br />

After watch and all that coffee we would hit<br />

the sack but our eyes would not close. While<br />

we were in our sacks we had to hold on tight<br />

or we would have fallen out.<br />

The ship rode the storm like a cork and<br />

pitched just like on in the terrible channels.<br />

Sometimes our bow was out of water; sometimes<br />

our stern. We could see the screws on<br />

some of the ships around us when the water<br />

went under their sterns. The waves were<br />

about twelve stories high; so high that we<br />

could not tell where the ocean stopped and<br />

the sky began. It felt like we were always on<br />

LCI crew loading rockets off Florida Island in<br />

the South Pacific.<br />

the edge and could capsize at any time. It<br />

sure gave us a funny feeling to stand by the<br />

railing and look down to a depth of 12 feet;<br />

then to be at the bottom of some of those<br />

waves, looking up at those 12 story waves.<br />

We had one advantage – we had been at sea<br />

so long that only a few of us got sea sick. We<br />

had a pretty tough crew.<br />

13

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!