elsie item issue 69 - USS Landing Craft Infantry
elsie item issue 69 - USS Landing Craft Infantry
elsie item issue 69 - USS Landing Craft Infantry
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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 />
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