War Diary of Eugene Roland Denomme

War Diary of Eugene Roland Denomme

Seaman First Class, USNR

USS LST 1014

As transcribed by his son Peter J. Denomme

This is the war diary of Eugene Denomme, he served in the south pacific as a young man. After the war was over he returned to Rhode Island, to meet and marry Ms. Rita Lillian Plante. Together they raised eight children, Roland, Michael, Ann-Marie, Arlene, Peter, Alice, Annette and Paul. Our Dad passed away on December 25, 2000 at the age of 75. He is buried in St Joseph Cemetery, Exeter, RI. His legacy is not only the 8 children but also his 37 grandchildren and at this point of time his 23 great-grandchildren as well as the future generation of children that will be born for no other reason as he lived. When I read his diary the first time I had the sense that I was right there with him. I hope you have the same sensation as you read of his adventures and the adventures of the USS Lst-1014. As you read this, all the words in italics were either my own thoughts or additional information about the event. They are not his words.

Peter Denomme

War Diary of Eugene Roland Denomme

Seaman First Class, USNR

USS LST 1014

May 1944

May 5, 1944 – Commission in Quincy Mass.

May 8, 1944 – Left for Norfolk Va.

May 9, 1944 – Took our shakedown there and it lasted nine days

May 28, 1944 – We left for New York.

June 1944

June 9, 1944 – Left for Cuba

June 20, 1944 – Arrived in Cuba

June 22, 1944 – Left Cuba

June 26, 1944 – Arrived in Panama and went through the locks that day. That night we had Liberty there. It was in Panama City.

June 27, 1944 – We left Balboa and bound for San Pedro

July 1944

July 5, 1944 – We arrived in (San) Pedro and had liberty at 10:00pm.

June 10, 1944 – We left (San) Pedro and on our way to San Francisco.

June 12, 1944 – We arrived in (San Francisco) Frisco, we took on provision that night and had Liberty that night.

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June 13, 1944 – We are bound of overseas, our first stop is Pearl Harbor.

June 23, 1044 – Arrived in Honolulu and we took our troops off the ship and we moved from Pearl Harbor the following day.

July 24, 1944 – Moved from Aisle 3, to berth 1312, unloaded LCT’s 1030, 1055

August 1944

August 3, 1944 – Left Pearl Harbor, docket Kawai the following morning.

August 6, 1944 – Left Kawai for Pearl Harbor

August 7, Docked at Pearl Harbor.

August 8, left Pearl Harbor for the Solomon’s. (Island) (With all its provision and a new load aboard, LST 1044 left Hawaiian waters and sailed westward in convoy for Guadalcanal in the Solomon Island. They will encounter WW2 and its enemy’s head on.)

August 16, 1944 – Crossed the International Date Line (180th Meridian).

August 23, 1944 – Crossed the equator, King Neptune aboard. (The crew for the USS LST 1044 was welcomed into the realm of the Royal Shellback.)

Anchored off Florida Island. (My research shows what he called as Florida Island back then is Florida Island is in fact the one and same as Nogela Island, Hutchinson Creek in the Solomon Island. It was here that the Convoy of Ship let its crew and company prepare for their first invasion.)

September 1944

September 3, 1944 – Left Florida Island (Nogela) for our first Invasion.

September 15, 1944 – Arrived off Palau Island, I went onto the beach to look around, and got chased back to the beach. After the beach was secured. This morning I heard over the radio about it hours landing. (I am not sure what he was trying to say at the end of that sentence.) Saw the fleet and planes bombard the island. Boy that was something to see. Didn’t see any japs planes around. The name of the island was Palilive. (I don’t know why she spelled it that way but the Island they first invaded was Anguar Island in the Palau Group. (The convoy was met with little to No resistance in the first invasion. This gave the crew some false impressions of what they were about to face over the next few months.)

September 17, 1944 – Still within sight of Angura (Island) have not gone onto the beach yet.

September 21, 1944 – Landed on Angura, unloaded Marines of the seventy A.A. Rough Coral beach, Stranded unto 2200, Got off but will go in again tomorrow to finish unloading. (It must have been low tide as they had to wait for the tide to turn to back away from the beach.)

September 23, 1944 – finished unloading all Marines and anchored. Laying off shore all night, they tried to get our ship from shore, they shot eight shots at us. They all say that is was mortars but nobody knows.

September 26, 1944 – Left Palau got for Hollandia Bay, New Guinea. First invasion completed. No shots, shots fired from our ship yet.

September 30, 1944 – Dropped anchor off Hollendia.

October 1944

October 11, 1944 – Left Hollandia. Don’t know where to this time.

October 12, 1944 – Anchored and later Beached on Wakde Island. Preparing to load for the next invasion.

October 14, 1944 – Left Wakde headed for Hollandia again.

October 15, 1944 – Anchored off Hollandia

October 16, 1944 – Up anchored, joined convoy heading for the invasion of the Philippines.

October 22, 1944 – Arrived at Leyte Philippines. Beached on airstrip near Tacloban. Unloaded and backed off the beach. This is a D2. We saw no planes, Few Ack Ack as we left the bay tonight.

October 28, 1944 – Anchored in Humboldt Bay, Hollandia. (New Guinea)

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November 1944

November 9, 1944 – Up anchor for Finschhafen, (New Guinea) to load for next trip.

November 12, 1944 – Beached at Cape Cretis bay, Hollandia

November 14, 1944 – Left Cape Cretis, loaded for next trip.

November 17, 1944 – Anchored at Hollandia this morning. Left this evening for Leyte. (Golf)

November 24, 1944 – Arrived at Leyte. Beached unloaded, backed off and anchored. Saw several enemy planes. None in range of our guns.

December 1944

December 9, 1944 – Loaded part of our cargo for our next operation.

December 16, 1944 – Beached at Captain Hull to complete loading and retraced to anchor out in San Pedro Bay. (Leyte Gulf) (As the ship sat at anchor in the San Pedro Bay, Jap bombers flew over the gulf to bomb Tacloban airstrip. The LST 1014 joined in with the other ships in the tremendous barrage of fire thrown up onto the white cross of searchlight beams. The nights were tiring but the thrill of seeing a Jap bomber burst into a red ball of flame and fall comet like into the water more than compensated for their loss of sleep.

December 19, 1944 – Moved out to rendezvous. Left this morning for Mindoro. (In the Philippines). A night run they say but we will see.

December 21, 1944 – General Quarters. At noon a reconnaissance plane came through the convoy. All guns opened up, but that baby was moving at 1730 or 5:30pm. We got our first attack. Attack lasted six minutes, which was plenty long. Suicide planes missed us by inches. We shot at and hit 4 four planes in 43, that is the forty millimeter gun. Ships guns knocked down seven planes and we save the 556 (He must be talking about the LST 556.) from a crash dive.

We stayed behind convoy to pick up survivors from the LST 460 and the 560. (Note- the 560 did not sink that day it was the LST 460 and 749 that both sank on December 21, 1944. (11°10’N 121°11’E). One other ship the LST 472 sank that same day off Mindoro PI. Their destination.) It was one of the most sickening sights I have ever seen. Survivors with arms and legs badly burnt, some with them missing screaming for help and the water was full of them. We picked up 184 of them and gave them our racks. It didn’t make much difference because we stood at General Quarters all night Living on borrowed time. (Over the years I heard my Dad use the expression over and over again, never knowing what it meant until the day I read this diary.)

December 22, 1944 – Beached and unloaded in Mindoro. Left this afternoon for Leyte. Left our guns for the first time in 39 hours. Boy was I glad that was over with.

December 23, 1944 – Several General Quarters today, no attacks.

December 25, 1944 – Beached early today to load for another trip to Mindoro. Crew is really tired and also a little scared of the next trip. First Mail today since November 17 and it cheered us up.

December 26, 1944 – Loaded, pulled off the beach. The night’s sleep appreciated by all hands.

December 27, 1944 – Rendezvoused at sundown and left for Mindoro. I sure hope God is with us.

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December 28, 1945 – Ten hours out of Leyte we were attacked again. Saw the John Burke blew up sky high. Loaded with ammo. No survivors. (World War II: The Liberty ship SS John Burke was sunk in the Philippine Sea off Mindoro by a Japanese Kamikaze attack. The ship exploded and sank killing all 28 gunners and 40 crewmen)

December 30, 1944 – Beached at Mindoro this morning. Attacked began at dawn the 28th and we were under constant attack all the way up. I counted 23 planes shot down over the convoy. We were attacked by three planes in the beach this morning. No damage. Left for Leyte at sundown. Total number of attacked 112 WOW.

December 31, 1944 – No attack but plenty of scares. Crew is really tired. New Year’s Day Jan 1 arrived at Leyte late tonight. Maybe a few days’ rest. Nerves are about all shot.

January 1945

January 2, 1045 – No rest after all this is war. Beached to load for another trip. This better be an easy one.

January 3, 1945 – Loaded, Laying off Leyte.

January 4, 1945 – Underway from Leyte. Think we are decoys. No idea where we are going this is a big one though.

January 5, 1945 – Joined convoy on way to Luzon, (Subic Bay). We are going to Mindoro. No Attacks yet.

January 7, 1945 – Beached and unloaded at Mindoro. One nip crosses the stern this morning. No one fired, not even the nip. We’ll probably be here several days.

January 11, 1945 – Left Mindoro to join convoy for Leyte, can’t find the convoy. Hay!

January 12, 1945 – Convoy arrived late this evening. Sure looked good, on our way back to Leyte.

January 15, 1945 – Arrived in Leyte, a rest is in order. Goodness knows we need it.

January 23, 1945 – Beached to load but the orders are snafu. Back to anchorage. We don’t go this time.

February 1945

February 20, 1945 – “Lee/See/We” (not sure of this word) was transferred and a good deal for all.

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March 1945

March 2, 1945 – Beach and started loading for next trip, No Idea where.

(Ship is about to participate in the invasion of Okinawa on Easter Sunday)

March 5, 1945 – All loaded, waiting for high tide to get off the beach. No troops yet.

March 6, 1945 – Pulled off the beach, anchored in Bay.

March 12, 1945 – Beach and picked up troops. Anchored as before.

March 15, 1945 – Left anchorage for maneuvers. Anchored off Samar tonight.

March 19, 1945 – Maneuvers are over. Anchored off Catmans Hill, Leyte tonight.

March 25, 1945 – Left San Pedro Bay for our next trip.

March 27, 1945 – Rough seas. No action.

April 1945

April 1, 1945 – Laying off Okinawa, Juma L day #hour was at 0830. No attacks yet. This is some show. Unloaded the ducks this morning. A plane came for us at 1750 and we shot him off our ship and he went into the 1033. (Again he must have meant the LST 1033)

April 3, 1945 – Beached at Orange Beach to complete unloading.

April 4, 1945 – Finish unloading tonight. Backed off beach one or two raids today none close.

April 5, 1945 – Receive word today to prepare for mass air attacks. It came all day in one or two hour intervals.

April 6, 1945 – Still anchored off shore. Mortar fire got close this afternoon, so we shifted anchorage.

April 11, 1945 – Left Okinawa for Saipan.

April 17, 1945 – Dropped anchor inside nets at Saipan at 1615 today. Hope we can go see a movie tonight.

May 1945

May 3, 1945 – Moved into beach at pier C to load Saw first white woman A.R.C.

May 5, 1945 – Celebrated our first anniversary, one year old today. Lots of coke here.

May 7 1945 – Finished loading ammo. Left at 1700 for Okinawa.

May 8, 1945 – News this morning the war was over in Europe.

May 14, 1945 – Dropped anchor off Okinawa. Suppose to beach this PM. Couldn’t get in beach. Boy I am scared still. Too many air attacks.

May 15, 1945 – Couldn’t get on beach this morning. Lots of raids at night.

May 18, 1945 – Beached at noon today and started unloaded.

May 21. 1945 – Finished unloading last night. Got orders to stay on beach and loaded troops.

May 22, 1945 – Shoved off at 0500 for Zamama Shinia. Beached at Zamama about noon, unloaded and laying off at anchor for tonight.

May 23, 1945 – Beached again at Zamama at 1700, loaded and lay on beach all night. I see (saw) a jap suicide boat today.

May 24, 1945 – Left Zamama Shinia and return to Okinawa. Beached at Orange I Flash Red all night. Morse, Hoffman and Bowman injured by flak from 200. (I believe the 200 number he is referring to is the number of Kamikaze attacks they faced at this point in time. This one blew up right off the side of the ship and came close to hitting them) I was near them but I didn’t get hit but I was scared still. Boy that was a narrow escape. Smoke pots had everyone sick.

May 25, 1945 – Finish unloading and anchored in bay.

June 1945

June 2, 1945 – Loaded marines and LUTAS to return to Saipan, anchored as before.

June 4, 1945 – Typhon due to hit tonight. Cargo unloaded everything lashed down for the blow.

June 5, 1945 – Moved last night to Point Bolo, Blow didn’t hit here. Moved back to old anchorage today and unloaded the marines and cargo. Change of orders, anchor as before.

June 10, 1945 – Up anchor this morning and left for Leyte and glad to get out of Okinawa.

June 15, 1945 – Anchored off Leyte and boy was I glad to get a decent sleep.

June 23, 1945 – Left Leyte for Subic today.

June 26, 1945 – beached at Subic and started loading air corps that we took to Mandoro

June 27, 1945 – Finish loading this noon. Anchored in Subic Bay. Good Liberty here. First Liberty in one year.

July 4, 1945 – Left Subic Bay for Okinawa, had firing practice this afternoon.

July 8, 1945 – Anchored off Okinawa for the night

July 9, 1945 – Beached this afternoon and unloaded.

July 10, 1945 – Pulled off the beach and anchored in bay for the night.

July 11, 1945 – loaded troops and amtracks (??) today.

July 13, 1945 – Friday one year ago today since we saw the states. Left Okinawa for Leyte this morning.

July 17, 1945 – Anchored off water hole at Samar Tonight

July 20, 1945 – Left Leyte for Subic

July 23, 1945 – Arrived in Subic Bay Mail call 23 bags.

July 24, 1945 – Underway at 1700 this afternoon for Lingayen Gulf to unload troops.

July 25, 1945 – Arrive at Lingayen at noon and unloaded off San Fabian, Anchored in Bay for tonight.

July 27, 1945 – Beached and began loading troops and equip.

July 30, 1945 – Left Lingayen last night. Arrived Subic Bay at noon today. Up anchor and underway for Okinawa.

August 1945

August 6, 1945 – Arrived at Okinawa (On this day a uranium gun-type atomic bomb (Little Boy) was dropped on Hiroshima)

August 7, 1945 – News today told of new atomic bomb being dropped on the enemy.

August 8, 1945 – Russia declared war on Japan today. It can’t be much longer.

August 9, 1945 – At 930pm we heard the news that the Japs have surrendered but is not official (A plutonium implosion-type bomb (Fat Man) was dropped on the city of Nagasaki.)

August 12, 1945 – Left Okinawa for IE Shima. Arrived in IE Shima and waiting for the news that the war is over officially.

August 14, 1945 – beached and unloaded troops and equip. Heard news that Japs lay down their arms but it was unconfirmed.

August 15, 1945 – President Truman announces that Japan has accepted our terms. End of War. Pulled off beach at IE Shima and dropped anchor at Okinawa.

August 17, 1945 – Up anchor at 0930 underway for Subic Bay.

August 19, 1945 – Secured everything to deck. Expect a typhoon

August 20, 1945 – Typhoon we expected turned out to be a roaring storm. I got seasick.

August 22, 1945 – Arrived at Subic Bay dropped anchor at noon. Received mail and boy was I glad to get it.

August 24, 1945 – Arrived at Leyte Anchor at San Pedro Bay at 1400pm.

August 27, 1945 – Proceed to Guinean, 40 miles up the coast to Samar to pick up supply’s.

August 29, 1945 – Return to Leyte, transferred supplies to the flag ship LST 739. Anchored off Catsman Hill. We are still awaiting orders to beach.

August 31, 1945 – Up anchor from Catsman Hill and beached at White beach to load.

September 1945

September 1, 1945 – All Loaded, retracted from Catman Hill for night. Carrying occupation troops. I think we’ll go to Japan.

September 2, 1945 – Heard of V- Sarmony in radio, Mc Arthur and Nimitz will speak later. President Truman announces VJ day, War is officially over. Thank God.

That night all ships in harbor was firing fireworks, colors where of red, white, green and it looked like X mas in the South Pacific. It was a moment I’ll never forget as long as I live.

September 3, 1945 – Up Anchor at 0730, underway expect to go to Ballangas to pick up convoy.

September 5, 1945 – Anchored at Ballangus Bay.

September 6, 1945 – Up Anchor and are underway. Destination Tokyo. Largest convoy I ever traveled 67 ships.

September 10, 1045 – Dangerous, violent typhoon headed our way. All topside gear lashed down. Sea is very rough. LST 936 badly damaged by explosion. Believe to be either a mine or torpedo. My own personal opinion is that it is a mine. Sea is too rough for accurate launching of torpedo. The 936 has left the convoy and is headed for Okinawa because she is to badly damage to make Tokyo. Boy was I seasick on this trip.

September 15, 1945 – Arrived in Tokyo Bay and we are right in there brother. Yokohama about 10 miles. Tokyo a bit further ahead. Passed Fugiama on our way in.

September 16, 1945 – Beached at Yokohama (Japan) unloaded troops and equipment. We had Liberty and was very surprised how we were treated by the Japs. The nips are in big demand for cigarettes and chocolates at 1700 we anchored in Bay.

September 20, 1945 – Up anchor from Yokohama, proceed to Okinawa, orders changed we go to Manila.

September 27, 1945 – Passed Bataan Island. Expect to be in Manila by Tomorrow. (I wonder if my father and crew of the LST 1014 knew at this time of the atrocities that happened on this island which started on April 9, 1942 with the Bataan Death March.)

September 28, 1945 – Anchored in Manila Bay at 1246. Boy it sure looks like good liberty here. We’ll probably get liberty tomorrow, I sure hope so. No Mail yet.

September 29. 1445 – Up Anchor at 1945 and anchor at Subic Bay at 0800.

October 1945

October 2, 1945 – Up Anchor at 1800 orders to proceed to Manila Bay and load up.

October 3, 1945 – Anchored at Manila Bay 0100. We will probably get liberty here, tomorrow I sure hope so because liberty looks good.

October 5, 1945 – Beached to load up for supply run. Had liberty in Manila. Wow what a time.

October 8, 1945 – Retracted from beach and proceeded to Yokohama Bay Japan.

October 9, 1945 – Dangerous Typhoon headed our way. Orders are to anchor in Subic Bay until Typhoon is passed.

October 10, 1945 – Up anchor at 0600 this morning. Typhoon has passed and we proceed to Yokohama Bay.

October 11, 1945 – Rough Seas. Soldiers are really seasick.

October 18, 1945 – Four mines spotted today by convoy. Destroyers exploded them with gunfire.

October 19, 1945 – Anchored in Yokohama Bay at 1600.

October 20, 1945 – Up anchor at 0800 and beached at 0930 to unload.

October 23, 1945 – Ships unloaded pulled off the beach at 0930 and anchored in Yokohama.

October 24, 1945 – Had Liberty in Yokohama. Those “Gisha Girls” sure are hot stuff. “WOW”

October 25, 1945 – Crew sure is unhappy today because we expected to head for the states but got orders to proceed to Leyte and load up. Underway at 1030 for Leyte. Gee I sure hope this is our last trip.

November 1945

November 2, 1945 – Anchored in San Pedro Bay

November 5, 1945 – Sure feel moody today because a few of my buddies were transferred to the states and I couldn’t go with them. Points are to low but maybe they will be lowered shortly.

November 19, 1945 – Today is the happiest day of my life or should I say one of them. We got word today that we are to proceed to the states for decommission, refuel and fresh provisions. We are Guam and Pearl Harbor bound and then the good old USA.

November 20, 1945 – Gee I sure had a time getting to sleep last night because I kept thinking of what I’m going to do when I get home. At 0930 we heaved in our anchor and were on our way home. First stop would be Guam, for refuel. You should have seen our new Captain (Captain Mahoney) and how happy he was as we sailed out of Leyte Bay with our homeward bound pennant flying in the breeze. This was a big day for the crew of the LST 1014 and I’ll never forget it.

November 23, 1945 – Hit some rough weather today and most of our passengers are seasick.

November 26, 1945 – Arrived at Guam this morning at 0700 and beached at about 0900. Went ashore to try and find Johnny Derose but no luck. I only wish I could find him. It’s only 1700 and we’re off again. The skipper sure isn’t wasting any time.

December 1945

December 5, 1945 – We crossed the halfway mark between Guam and Pearl Harbor today. We expect to cross the International Date Line some time tonight 180th meridian.

December 10, 1945 – We pulled into Pearl Harbor this morning about 1030. It was sure a swell feeling to see Americans again and see civilization too. I rated first Liberty so I went to Honolulu and drank and drank about three quarts of milk. Wonderful Stuff. (Only my Dad would do that)

December 12, 1945 – Liberty again today. Did the town and came back to ship.

December 24, 1945 – Christmas Eve and a whole lot better than the last one. We are about 1500 miles from the states and still going strong. We’re headed home and that’s something to be thankful for.

December 25, 1945 – Not much doing today. Holiday routine for all hands. The skipper broke out some beer and mixed a batch of drinks besides. Boy most of the crew was feeling good.

December 31, 1945 – We’re here at last, the good old USA. We pulled into San Diego about 9am and moored to buoy 382. Pulled a liberty that night.

January 1946

January 12, 1946 – Left San Diego this morning about 830. The weather is clear and cool. Next stop is Balboa Panama Canal.

January 24, 1946 – Pulled in Panama Canal. Will go through the locks tomorrow.

January 25, 1946 – We went through the locks today and I had liberty tonight.

January 27, 1946 – I went to church this morning. We are supposed to leave this afternoon. We are on our way to Charleston VA.

February 1946

February 3, 1946 – We came in this morning. I want to call mother up today.

****This was the last entry in his diary; the next 12 pages were all addresses to his family and friends he left behind in West Warwick RI. It was during the early months of 1945 his father, my grandfather passed away. I don’t know if he was informed at the time or was told when he arrived home. There is no entry about it. I once asked him about the death of his father and if the Navy allowed him to come home for the funeral, at the time he answer, yes but it was two years later. He never did speak all that much about his father, I got the impression over the years he was not all that close to him.

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USS Fitzgerald DDG-62

USS Fitzgerald DDG-62

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Gunner’s Mate Seaman Dakota Kyle Rigsby, 19, from Palmyra, Virginia

Yeoman 3rd Class Shingo Alexander Douglass, 25, from San Diego, California

Sonar Technician 3rd Class Ngoc T Truong Huynh, 25, from Oakville, Connecticut

Gunner’s Mate 2nd Class Noe Hernandez, 26, from Weslaco, Texas

Fire Controlman 2nd Class Carlos Victor Ganzon Sibayan, 23, from Chula Vista, California

Personnel Specialist 1st Class Xavier Alec Martin, 24, from Halethorpe, Maryland

Fire Controlman 1st Class Gary Leo Rehm Jr., 37, from Elyria, Ohio

RECALLED TO DUTY – THE ETERNAL VOYAGE!

-Author Unknown

Bon Voyage to those who’ve set sail ~

We bid them farewell as we man the rail.

Let us be Joyous and let us not weep ~

For those who have now crossed over the deep.

When a Sailor’s last roll call is made ~

His final embarking shan’t be delayed.

So lower the Colors, let them be furled ~

Each time a Sailor disembarks this world.

The crew onboard in Heaven awaits ~

The Eternal reunion of their shipmates.

They’ll be welcomed home by those onboard ~

Moored in peaceful waters with the Lord.

As he approaches, he’ll call “Ahoy! The ship!” ~

Now in safe harbor, an Eternal trip.

Then he’ll hear “Sailor on deck! Hoist the flag!,” ~

“Help him get settled! Help stow his seabag!”

Be it known that it’s a Divine remand ~

To ship in Heaven, ye Seafaring Man.

On permanent station forevermore ~

Peaceful duty for Veterans of war.

And when he’s weighed anchor for the last time ~

We’ll Honor his memory so sublime.

We’ll all reminisce and hoist a brew ~

In a Toast of Honor to the crew.

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A Sailor’s Language

A Sailor’s Language

by: Garland Davis

I have been told that sailors use injudicious and inappropriate language. Inappropriate to what? Sure as hell wasn’t inappropriate to the Far East Fleet.

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I recently read in a blog about life in Appalachia of by-words. By-words are words or phrases used in the place of profanity or cuss words. The most common by-word used by my shipmates and I was “Fuck.” Injudicious? Perhaps… Inappropriate? Doubtful… Make that, HELL NO! No, make that FUCK NO!

The language most sailors speak was never used by Dr. Suess, Mr. Rodgers, or Captain Kangaroo. I never rode a ship with either of them or the Muppets. If they were ever haze gray and underway, I can assure you they spoke as sailors, injudiciously and inappropriately.

Some sociologists have conceptualized a theory of social acceptability that states sailors’ communication ability and gentlemanly behavior deteriorates in direct proportion to the distance separating them from their mamas and other female relatives. The women in a sailor’s life, other than honey-kos and bar hogs, are the civilizing influences that keep him from running around naked, living in trees, and resorting to cannibalism.

There has never been a Chief Petty Officer who talked like Bill Buckley. They may exist somewhere, but if they do they are Pentagon Yeomen or light in the loafers Chaplain’s Assistants, who have never ridden old worn out haze gray steel on the Asia Station. Nobody’s Mom or Aunties were there either. If any of them had been there, many sailors would have been gargling soapy water.

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Living beyond the influence of females leads to a diminution of vocabulary to a level where words like ‘fuckin’ thing’ and ‘that goddamn son-of-a-bitch’ is universally applied to practically every close by object. An amazing thing is the fact that all your shipmates understand exactly what you are talking about. For those of you who were never stretched out under a piece of machinery weighing more than a bank vault, with oil leaking all over you, it may be difficult to understand how pointing to something and saying, “Hey Hoss, hand me that Mother Fucker”, saves you the mental exercise of remembering it’s correct name.

“Kick that Piece of Shit over here” and “Hey, you up there, bear a hand and drop that big bastard down to me” are coherent requests to any idiot who ever shit between a pair of regulation shower shoes.

Pacific Fleet sailors who rode Fletcher and Forrest Sherman Class Destroyers and WWII Cruisers understand the universally applied vernacular of the Naval Service.

I wonder what influence the introduction of females into the seagoing Navy, a place that was once a man’s world, is having on the American Blue Jackets ability to converse in a language that is effective, colorful, and easily understood. I suspect that many of the girls recognize the effectiveness of a sailor’s language and readily adopt it.

For those of you trying to wade through this idiotic bullshit., let me explain. I know it’s somewhere in the New Testament, where God speaks to the first sailor… Well, maybe it wasn’t God… Maybe it was Noah’s Cheng. I don’t recall, but somebody said,

 

“Thou that ride Haze Gray Steel on the Far East Station shall be forgiven the use of injudicious language for ye art engaged in toil inside some of the damnedest contraptions ever created and ye shall receive blanket amnesty for verbal transgression in the performance of your assigned obligations.”

That was later extended to cover all the bars on Honcho, Magsaysay, and Wanchai. It also covers the ports of Taiwan for those of us fortunate enough to have pulled liberty in that paradise. It also includes sea stories told on liberty anywhere other than within a hundred miles of where your mother and any other female relative are currently geographically located.

I hope this Biblical reference will clear up and eliminate, for those of you seeking to save my soul for the use of naughty words, the need to communicate your concern.

Many of our shipmates have already reported to the fleet of the Supreme Commander. I am sure the folks who run the squadron up there are perceptive. By now, some damn Machinist Mate has to have dropped a harp on his toe or misplaced his wings, so the language cannot come as a startling revelation

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Guidance for Chiefs and Leading Petty Officers

Guidance for Chiefs and Leading Petty Officers

The Sergeant Major of the Army offered some powerful guidance for the “backbone of the Army,” the noncommissioned officers’ corps. I took the license of rewriting it for Chiefs and Leading Petty Officers.

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No. 1. Yelling doesn’t make you skinny. PT does.

If you’re not out there saluting the flag every morning at 0800, you can automatically assume your sailors are not. Sailors don’t care if you’re in first place. They just want to see you out there. This is a team sport.

PT might not be the most important thing you do that day, but it is the most important thing you do every day in the United States Navy.

No. 2. Think about what you’re going to say before you say it.

I’ve never regretted taking the distinct opportunity to keep my mouth shut.

You’re the Chief. People are going to listen to you.

By all means, if you have something important or something informative to add to the discussion, then say it. But don’t just talk so people can hear you. For goodness sake, you’re embarrassing the rest of us. Sit down and listen. Sometimes you might just learn something.

No. 3. If you find yourself having to remind everyone all of the time that you’re the Chief and you’re in charge, you’re probably not.

That one’s pretty self-explanatory.

No. 4. You have to work very hard at being more informed and less emotional.

Chiefs, I’ll put it in simple terms: Nobody likes a dumb loudmouth. They don’t.

Take the time to do the research. Learn how to be brief. Listen to people, and give everyone the time of day. Everyone makes mistakes, even Chiefs, and you will make less of them if you have time to be more informed.

No. 5. If you can’t have fun every day, then you need to go home.

You are the morale officer. You don’t have to be everyone’s friend, but you do have to be positive all the time. The Chief is the one everyone looks to when it’s cold, when it’s hot, when it’s raining, or things are just going south. Your job is to keep the Division/Department together. That’s why you’re there. The first place they will look when things go bad is you, and they will watch your reaction.

No. 6. Don’t be the feared leader. It doesn’t work.

If sailors run the other way when you show up, that’s absolutely not cool.

Most leaders who yell all the time, they’re in fact hiding behind their inability to effectively lead.

Sailors and leaders should be seeking you, looking for your guidance, asking you to be their mentors on their Navy career track, not posting jokes about you on Facebook or ‘Duffleblog.’ That’s not cool. Funny, but it’s not cool.

No. 7. Don’t do anything — and I mean anything — negative over email.

You have to call them. Go see them in person. Email’s just a tool. It’s not a substitute for leadership. It’s also permanent.

You’ve all heard it. Once you hit ‘send,’ it’s official, and you can never bring it back. Automatically assume that whatever you write on email will be on the cover of the Navy Times and all over Facebook by the end of the week. Trust me, I know this personally.

No. 8. It’s OK to be nervous. All of us are.

This happens to be my favorite. It came from my mother. My mom always used to tell me that if you’re not nervous on the first day of school, then you’re either not telling the truth, you either don’t care, or you’re just plain stupid. [Being nervous] makes you try harder. That’s what makes you care more. Once that feeling is gone, once you feel like you have everything figured out, it’s time to go home, because the care stops. Don’t do this alone. You need a friend. You need someone you can call, a mentor you can confide in. Don’t make the same mistakes someone else has made. Those are the dumb mistakes. Don’t do this alone.

No. 9. If your own justification for being an expert in everything you do is your 28 years of military experience, then it’s time to fill out a request chit to transfer to the Fleet Reserve and end your Naval experience.

Not everything gets better with age, Chiefs. You have to work at it every day. Remember, you are the walking textbook. You are the information portal. Take the time to keep yourself relevant.

No. 10. Never forget that you’re just a sailor.

That’s all you are. No better than any other, but just one of them.

You may get paid a little more, but when the time comes, your job is to treat them all fair, take care of them as if they were your own children, and expect no more from them of that of which you expect from yourself.

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Lt. Collins Flag Day Speech

Lt. Collins’ Flag Day Speech

(from “The Sand Pebbles”)

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As I’m sure most of you know, today is Flag Day, a day meant to honor the United States flag and to commemorate the Flag’s adoption.

Unfortunately, it is apparently more popular now to stomp on or burn the Flag, or not to fly it, because it may offend some fringe group or other…

The United States Flag is the third oldest of the National Standards of the world; older than the Union Jack of Britain or the Tricolor of France.

The flag was first authorized by Congress June 14, 1777. This date is now observed as Flag Day throughout America.

The flag was first flown from Fort Stanwix, on the site of the present city of Rome, New York, on August 3, 1777. It was first under fire for three days later in the Battle of Oriskany, August 6, 1777.

It was first decreed that there should be a star and a stripe for each state, making thirteen of both; for the states at the time had just been erected from the original thirteen colonies. The colors of the Flag may be thus explained: The red is for valor, zeal and fervency; the white for hope purity, cleanliness of life, and rectitude of conduct; the blue, the color of heaven, for reverence to God, loyalty, sincerity, justice and truth. The star (an ancient symbol of India, Persia and Egypt) symbolized dominion and sovereignty, as well as lofty aspirations. The constellation of the stars within the union, one star for each state, is emblematic of our Federal Constitution, which reserves to the States their individual sovereignty except as to rights delegated by them to the Federal Government.

The symbolism of the Flag was thus interpreted by Washington: “We take the stars from Heaven, the red from our mother country, separating it by white stripes, thus showing that we have separated from her, and the white stripes shall go down to posterity representing Liberty.”

The following speech from a movie is appropriate for today’s Blog post. There are many Americans who respect and honor the flag, who get a tightness in the chest, and watery eyes when we they see the Stars and Stripes proudly flying from the yardarm of a Ship of War, or raised on the flagpole in some foreign land.

So this post is for those of you who are currently serving, have served, or who just respect and honor the Flag and what it stands for…

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“Today we begin cruising to show the flag on Tungting Lake and the Hunan Rivers. I want all honors rendered smartly.

At home in America, when today reaches them it will be Flag Day. For us who

wear the uniform every day is Flag Day.

It is said that there will be no more wars. We must pretend to believe that.

But when war comes, it is we who will take the first shock, and buy time with

our lives. It is we who keep the Faith…

We serve the Flag. The trade we all follow is the give and take of death.

It is for that purpose that the people of America maintain us. And anyone of

us who believes he has a job like any other, for which he draws a money wage, is a thief of the food he eats, and a trespasser in the bunk in which he lies down to sleep.”—Lt. Collins

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OLD SAILORS

OLD SAILORS

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Old sailors sit and jaw ’bout how things used to be.

Of things they’ve seen and places they’ve been, when they ventured out to sea.

They remember friends of long ago and good times they had back then.

Of money they’ve spilled and beer they’ve swilled, In their days as sailing men.

Their lives are lived in days gone by, with thoughts that forever last.

Of Dixie cup hats and bell bottom blues, the good times in their past.

They recall long nights with a moon so bright, far out on a lonely sea.

And thoughts they had as a youthful lad, when their lives were untamed and free.

They remember so well how their hearts did swell, when the flag fluttered proud and free.

And the stars and stripes made such a beautiful sight, as they plowed through the angry sea.

They talk of fresh bread Old Cookie would bake, and the shrill of the Bosun’s pipe.

And how the salt spray felt like sparks from hell, when a storm struck during the night.

They remember mates already gone, who’ll forever hold a spot.

In the stories of old when sailors were bold, and lubbers a pitiful lot.

They rode their ships through many a storm, when the sea was showing its might.

And the mighty waves tried to dig their graves, as they sailed on through the night.

Their numbers grow less with each passing day, their chits in this life called in.

But they’ve nothing to lose for they’ve paid their dues, And they’ll sail with their shipmates again.

I’ve heard them say before getting underway, that there’s still some sailing to do.

They exclaim with a grin that their ship has come in, and their God is commanding the crew .

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The Ballad Of The Clampherdown

The Ballad Of The Clampherdown

By Rudyard Kipling

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It was our war-ship Clampherdown

Would sweep the Channel clean,

Wherefore she kept her hatches close

When the merry Channel chops arose,

To save the bleached marine.

She had one bow-gun of a hundred ton

And a great stern-gun beside.

They dipped their noses deep in the sea,

They racked their stays and stanchions free

In the wash of the wind-whipped tide.

It was our war-ship Clampherdown,

Fell in with a cruiser light

That carried the dainty Hotchkiss gun

And a pair of heels wherewith to run

From the grip of a close-fought fight.

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She opened fire at seven miles —

As ye shoot at a bobbing cork —

And once she fired and twice she fired,

Till the bow-gun dropped like a lily tired

That lolls upon the stalk.

“Captain, the bow-gun melts apace,

The deck-beams break below,

‘Twere well to rest for an hour or twain,

And botch the shattered plates again.”

And he answered, “Make it so.”

She opened fire within the mile —

As ye shoot at the flying duck —

And the great stern-gun shot fair and true,

With the heave of the ship, to the stainless blue,

And the great stern-turret stuck.

“Captain, the turret fills with steam,

The feed-pipes burst below —

You can hear the hiss of the helpless ram,

You can hear the twisted runners jam.”

And he answered, “Turn and go!”

It was our war-ship Clampherdown,

And grimly did she roll;

Swung round to take the cruiser’s fire

As the White Whale faces the Thresher’s ire

When they war by the frozen Pole.

“Captain, the shells are falling fast,

And faster still fall we;

And it is not meet for English stock

To bide in the heart of an eight-day clock

The death they cannot see.”

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“Lie down, lie down, my bold A.B.,

We drift upon her beam;

We dare not ram, for she can run;

And dare ye fire another gun,

And die in the peeling steam?”

It was our war-ship Clampherdown

That carried an armour-belt;

But fifty feet at stern and bow

Lay bare as the paunch of the purser’s sow,

To the hail of the Nordenfeldt.

“Captain, they hack us through and through;

The chilled steel bolts are swift!

We have emptied our bunkers in open sea,

Their shrapnel bursts where our coal should be.”

And he answered, “Let her drift.”

It was our war-ship Clampherdown,

Swung round upon the tide,

Her two dumb guns glared south and north,

And the blood and the bubbling steam ran forth,

And she ground the cruiser’s side.

“Captain, they cry, the fight is done,

They bid you send your sword.”

And he answered, “Grapple her stern and bow.

They have asked for the steel. They shall have it now;

Out cutlasses and board!”

It was our war-ship Clampherdown

Spewed up four hundred men;

And the scalded stokers yelped delight,

As they rolled in the waist and heard the fight,

Stamp o’er their steel-walled pen.

They cleared the cruiser end to end,

From conning-tower to hold.

They fought as they fought in Nelson’s fleet;

They were stripped to the waist, they were bare to the feet,

As it was in the days of old.

It was the sinking Clampherdown

Heaved up her battered side —

And carried a million pounds in steel,

To the cod and the corpse-fed conger-eel,

And the scour of the Channel tide.

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It was the crew of the Clampherdown

Stood out to sweep the sea,

On a cruiser won from an ancient foe,

As it was in the days of long ago,

And as it still shall be!

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Fiddler’s Green

Fiddler’s Green

By Robert ‘Okie Bob’ Layton

2017

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For he came to me with an offer, if I agreed to take a trek

A trade to a blissful situation, from this life I call a wreck

Take a step toward the hereafter and view the eternal shore

And cross the turbid river upon a vessel once more

and when the ferry traverses, you will feel the swells beneath your feet

On the far side, mates are waving yearning for you to greet

An end of journey worth taking, For here lays the green

My friends are awaiting, It’s awhile since I have seen

And it will all come back as if it was yesterday

Good memories will flood your senses, worries will go away

And lasses will dance unending and the fiddle it will play

The flow of grog will be constant, when I take that step some day

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Salty

Salty

By Garland Davis

How do you know you’re Salty? Being salty took a lot of work when you could still feel boot camp behind you and your white hats were not yet soft and pliable.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This probably doesn’t apply to those who man today’s ships. Those of my generation who may be reading this idiotic nonsense and remember their first enlistment, you know you were not Navy until (1) Your white hats got soft, you put wings in them by folding down the sides and cocked down over one eye or wore them on the back of your head. (2) You tossed out your boot camp issue official genuine bonafide navy neckerchief, that thing you stuck a dime in and rolled up like three feet of garden hose, went out and bought a flat pressed ‘greasy snake’ and wore it with a knot an inch above the ‘V’ in your jumper. (3) You came to realize that chief petty officers were not God’s direct representatives on earth. This dawned on you the first time you found one face down drunk and you got him in a cab and back to the boat landing. After all, he was a shipmate. And last, (4) you knew what it felt like to be three sheets to the wind, standing on a pier in a place you’ve never been before and will never be again, wondering what the hell you did with your white hat, drinking stuff out of passed-around bottles, and singing songs that would make your mom blush. The stuff in the bottles could be fermented monkey piss for all you care… And the launch lays alongside… And the cox’n yells,

“Okay girls, it’s late and I don’t intend to put up with any shit from you fucking idiots!”

And you help men with whom your heart will be forever linked, in the boat and head ‘home’.

Let’s see, where was I. Oh, yeah the steps to becoming salty.

Drag your sea bag full of dungaree uniforms to a laundromat and give them a wash in a heavy Clorox solution to attain that salty faded look. Run them through a couple of times. Better but still not what you have in mind. You finally ask the Leading Seaman how he gets that faded, almost white color and soft texture to his dungarees.

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He clues you into Seafarer brand dungarees. You must agree, they look so much better than the dungs you were issued in Boot. He then shows you how to tie them off to a line and drag them in the ship’s wake for a half hour, then bribe the laundrymen to wash, starch and press them. You are getting close to that salty look. After a dozen or more trips to the laundry, your white hats begin to take on that soft pliable, comfortable feel.

A trip to Hong Kong and you spend much-needed liberty funds on sharkskin whites and a set of gabardine blues with a side zipper in the jumper, dragon liberty cuffs, and the “greasy snake” neckerchief. By this time, you have a Third-Class crow on that jumper.

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You salute the OOD with pride as you request to go ashore. You ARE Salty and you strut down the pier because you know it.

That’s when you’re Navy and Salty.

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The Destroyer

The Destroyer

By Anonymous

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Over the green hills the bay lies and after the harbor, the sea,

And a grim, gaunt, gray destroyer is steaming there swiftly and free

With a roll that strains her stanchions and a pitch that peels her paint.

She bucks on the crest of the billows, she washes her side in the trough,

She ships twenty tons of ocean, and then like a dog, shakes it off;

Her seaman cling tight to the lifelines, her snipe gang is gasping for air.,

From mess cook to skipper they curse her—but no rank outsider would dare!

The smoke boils down black on her taffrail, the white foam unrolls in her wake,

The hissing steam throbs in her boilers for she has a commitment to make;

She lurches and trembles and staggers, alive from antennae to keel,

She reeks of burned oil and hot bearings, and rings with the pulsing of steel,

Wild winds play symphonics topside, below crash the drums of the sea,

And far to the west of the sunset, Vietnam calls to her and to me;

She’s battered and brine-caked and crowded—they call her a salty old can—

But those aboard grin as they curse her, and each DESTROYER sailor is a man!

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