2007 KWVA Election Results - Korean War Veterans Association
2007 KWVA Election Results - Korean War Veterans Association
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50<br />
I went down the port side weather deck<br />
to midships and entered the passage to the<br />
engine room hatch. It was scalding hot<br />
from steam impinging on the underside,<br />
so I didn’t open it! We connected a headset<br />
and made contact with the engine room<br />
talker to find that several of the engine<br />
room crew had been scalded. One, John<br />
Walton, had been badly injured. He had<br />
been cut—as if by a knife—by the superheated<br />
steam streaking from a gap in the<br />
pipe when he tried to climb the ladder out<br />
of the engine room hatch. My forward fire<br />
room crew, Graf, Savoie, Thierfelder and<br />
Sherry, were all killed and now probably<br />
part of the boilers in the fire room, which<br />
was fully flooded.<br />
There were no further problems with<br />
the engines, since the valves on the steam<br />
lines in these spaces (now full of sea<br />
water) had been secured and my Chief<br />
Boiler Tender, on watch in the after fire<br />
room, had been sharp enough to close the<br />
main steam stop on his boilers. So, we still<br />
had 350 pounds of steam available to get<br />
underway on the one operable engine, aft.<br />
We fired up the after generator for lighting<br />
and got underway again at five knots on<br />
one screw.<br />
Now was when the extra shoring I had<br />
brought aboard in Norfolk came into play.<br />
The forward fire room was completely<br />
flooded, and we had to brace the bulkhead<br />
between it and the engine room to the<br />
machinery to keep it from bucking. There<br />
was leakage into the compartments forward<br />
of the fire room, too, and an eductor<br />
had to be set up to dewater those spaces.<br />
In the morning, a salvage tug came<br />
alongside. Her divers went down next to<br />
us to examine the hull. We had a twentyby-thirty<br />
foot hole in the center of the fire<br />
room compartment hull which extended to<br />
within six inches of breaking the keel.<br />
They approved of our shoring job. It took<br />
us four days to steam slowly back to<br />
Sasebo, Japan, where we were ushered<br />
into a dry dock.<br />
I was on the bow as we entered the drydock.<br />
There was a chalked message on the<br />
concrete wall: “USS Walke (DD723).” We<br />
were DD722, and I asked the “talker” to<br />
ask the bridge if it was possible to warn<br />
the DD721, whoever she was, to be careful!<br />
I telephoned Fran, my new bride, from<br />
the town to let her know I was alive after<br />
the action and how much I missed being<br />
with her. The battle had been reported in<br />
the newspapers, and we bawled together<br />
for most of the call; it was important relief<br />
for both of us, even at 5 dollars a minute.<br />
Barton spent a month in dry dock in<br />
Sasebo. The Japanese welded a hull over<br />
the mine damage and cleaned the double<br />
bottoms, steam lines and forward turbine<br />
of saltwater to make us ‘good to go’ on<br />
what remained of the ‘round the world’<br />
trip planned to rotate the squadron out of<br />
action when relieved by another as the war<br />
continued. The other three destroyers in<br />
our squadron had seen no direct action and<br />
Soley was selected to stand by us in<br />
Sasebo until we were ready in all respects<br />
to join them on the trip. Pierce and Strong<br />
went on with the trip as originally<br />
planned, stopping in Hong Kong and<br />
Shanghai, Singapore, and Bahrain while<br />
we were in for repairs.<br />
We stopped with USS Soley in<br />
Singapore for a delightful two days. The<br />
Raffles Hotel on the hill was famous and<br />
served as our daily haunt. We found out<br />
there that miniscule British cucumber<br />
sandwiches didn’t really go with a beer<br />
party.<br />
We rendezvoused with Pierce and<br />
Strong off the entrance to Aden harbor.<br />
When we had a chance to meet with their<br />
crew, we learned of the fantastic stop-over<br />
we had missed in Bahrain.<br />
When they told us their stories about<br />
that visit, it made the mine hit even more<br />
of a problem to us: we had missed a wild<br />
experience! Their ship’s officers had been<br />
invited to a gala affair in Bahrain, where<br />
they sat around a feast in a tent with the<br />
Emir. The meal was roast lamb (the whole<br />
lamb, head, legs and all) and rice. They<br />
were instructed in the proper way to prepare<br />
(wash both hands but reserve the<br />
right hand for eating, the left for wiping<br />
your bottom after defecating.), and to eat<br />
(tear the lamb flesh off to eat and then<br />
grasp a handful of rice with the thumb<br />
tucked under it and pop the rice plug into<br />
the mouth.).<br />
One of the lamb’s eyes was for the<br />
Emir; the other was offered to the commodore<br />
who, thinking fast, turned to<br />
Commander Arbogast, his First<br />
Lieutenant and a reserve officer lawyer<br />
from Pittsburgh, as if “Arbo” were his<br />
taster. The commodore told Arbo to eat<br />
it—and he did! I would love to have seen<br />
Arbo gagging down that mouthful.<br />
As we approached Aden from the sea,<br />
the landscape looked like one large cinder<br />
- no sand visible, but no vegetation whatsoever<br />
either. As we moved into the harbor,<br />
the benefits of the oasis in which<br />
Aden stood were apparent – lush vegetation<br />
everywhere.<br />
The British were in charge here, and<br />
they had a bash set up for our crews, and<br />
a party and a dance arranged for the officers.<br />
They loaned us their wives to dance<br />
with.<br />
It was a gay evening, just like you see<br />
in the British movies: some officers in<br />
short-pants white uniforms, others in formal<br />
dress with medals; wives attired in<br />
ball gowns - frilly ‘50s vintage; waiters<br />
shuffling around with drinks and canapés.<br />
The band was military but managed<br />
everything from Lester Lanin to the oilpaper<br />
waltzes. I never was much for dancing<br />
and so had wonderful conversations with<br />
participants …“Jolly good, you know?”<br />
I was invited to one home and was surprised<br />
by the simple structure and decorations,<br />
much like the bungalow community<br />
in which I had grown up in its summer<br />
appearance. I had imagined the Raj living<br />
to be much more sumptuous.<br />
You had to appreciate the lengths to<br />
which the Brits went to make us comfortable,<br />
though an ulterior motive might have<br />
been to take the opportunity of our arrival<br />
to relieve the boredom which surely settled<br />
over this kind of duty…stuck in an<br />
oasis in the desert for years.<br />
The next day, after the party with the<br />
Brits, I had taken a donkey cab ride with a<br />
guide who wore a fez. Inadvertently, now<br />
as I sat in my office in South Carolina, I<br />
turned and glanced at the old fez which<br />
had been one of the saved treasures from<br />
my excursion into the <strong>Korean</strong> <strong>War</strong>. Its<br />
black tassel and red felt material were<br />
much the worse for the fifty years since I<br />
had bought it, cooties and all, from the<br />
head of the donkey-cart driver.<br />
As I look back, I believe my stay in<br />
Aden was much more enjoyable than was<br />
that of the crew of the USS Cole, although<br />
we all shared one thing in common: we<br />
had come under fire serving our country—and<br />
preserving our freedom.<br />
May– June <strong>2007</strong><br />
The Graybeards