In April, my father-in-law, a World War II vet passed
away. The youngest vet of WWII turns 86
this year. As I thought about this, a
family friend kept coming to mind. I
felt a nagging urgency to visit him and record his story, so I went to his
home, turned on the voice recorder, and started asking questions.
John is a true
cowboy: raised on a ranch in Butte, Montana, he broke wild horses, herded the
cattle, even castrated the steers. He
still has a little bit of the Montana twang in his voice, but his voice is also
gruff with age. John is a classy,
kind-hearted man. My youngest son
refers to John as "One of my living heroes" and my oldest son refers
to John as "One of the coolest, old dudes I've ever known".
John is one of the youngest WWII veterans at 86 year
old. He was born May 7, 1927. He also has a second birthday. March 5, 1925. He made up that birthday so he could
enlist. About that time, some of the
Montana National guard were captured and killed in the Battle of
Corregidor. As a result there was an up
swell of patriotism that helped him decide to become a Marine. They were taking too long, so he went to the
Navy office. They took him that
day. It was 1943 and John was 16. He was soon on a ship, fighting in WWII.
About a year later, during the D-Day invasion, he was on
ship delivering ammunition to Omaha Beach.
“The ship got hung up on the riff raff near the beach” so off the ship
and onto the beach he went.
I asked him what was going through his mind. John gave me a puzzled look, then said “Everybody is terrified. Ok. I mean, I don’t remember there ever being any
combat where I wasn’t scared. And, uh,
everyone is as scared as you are. But,
you have to channel this someplace. So
you channel it by doing your job. I was
a signalman, and my job was to not to worry about what I was going to do, but
to send and receive the signals to the other ship that the captain directed as
to what we were doing. That was my only
concern. To get on that search light and
send and receive those messages.”
But now he was on Omaha beach without a channel for his
fear. An Army officer asked him if he
could shoot a rifle. “Yes”. John was handed a rifle and told “you’re in
the Army now”. His only way off the
beach was through France. What was it
like to march through France?, I asked.
“There was no marching through France, there was crawling through
France…They gave up that territory very slowly.
It was like a cattle drive back on the ranch, making sure that no one
came back around”. Only this time the
cattle were armed and trying to kill him.
He always reminds you that he "toured" France without a
passport.
He had another "cowboy" experience when he was on
a ship in the North Atlantic. The ocean
was rough and washing over the lower deck.
A warhead from a torpedo broke loose and was banging against the K-guns
(used to fire depth charges). There was
500 lbs of HBX explosives bouncing around.
“Your scared, so you channel your fear into creative activity” He grabbed a rope and lassoed the warhead and
he and his buddy pulled it in.
After France, he was on the USS Hunt off to the Philippines
(August 1944). There was a terrible
Typhoon. Their ship limped along and
luckily had enough fuel to keep the bilge pumps running. Three other ships weren't so lucky and sunk
in the storm. After a year in the
Pacific the war ended.
He went back to Montana and joined the rodeo riding bucking
broncos. While coming out of the chute,
the horse bucked into a post, breaking his arm.
He rode another horse a short time later, breaking his arm again when he
landed. With his rodeo career on hold,
he ended up bartending. A couple of navy
recruiters were regulars in the bar.
They saw his tattoos “Hey your a navy man”. After some coaxing, they talked him into
reinlisting (1946).
He moved to San Diego and went to sonar school during the
day and San Diego High at night. He had
to finish High School since he was just a sophomore when he joined the Navy.
1947-8, After finishing his schooling, he was assigned to
Operation Sandstone, a series of nuclear weapons testing at Enewetak
Atoll. Three tests took place and he was
at 5, 7 and 9 miles from ground zero.
They got on the lee-side of the ship when the blast went off. What was it like observing the nuclear
blast? “Probably a toss up of whether it
was the most beautiful bunch of colors you ever saw or the most obscene bunch
of colors you ever saw. However you
want to toss it. It just scared the hell
out of me. I mean it scared me. The whole horizon is nothing but purples,
greens, yellows, reds, boiling, roiling water spouts. Ugly and beautiful at the same time. I was thankful I had a God when I looked at
it.”
He then went back to sonar school, learning a new system for
mine detection. One day, the office
called him in and asked “Can you take these gentlemen and teach them to talk
like submariners?” He spent the next few
months working with Burt Lancaster and Clark Gabel, preparing them for the
movie “Run Silent, Run Deep”.
He later had a tour of “choice” duty in Key West
Florida. He ended up teaching future sonarmen
and during this time he joined Toastmasters to improve his public speaking
abilities.
1959 he went back to San Diego. He was back on ship and for the next 10
years, he was only in 3 operations... 3 operations that is, that weren't black
ops. His comments: “The Cold War was
exciting. If you want to know what we
were doing, read the book “Blind Man’s Bluff” and “Red November””.
Unfortunately, I've had to cut the stories and details of
what John could talk about. John had
about 3 decades of amazing experiences.
I talked with John for about an hour and a half. I fit that into this brief recap. There are many intimate details that don’t
get fully captured by history books or other historical records. You can’t ask a history book “So, what was it
like?”. It sent chills up my spine
hearing him tell about it. John
certainly is a living hero, a cowboy, sailor, Toastmaster and one of the
coolest old dudes I've ever met.
Update 7/16/2023. John passed away on July 12, 2023. His last Facebook post on June 29, 2023 read:
As I close in my final time I realize I need to confess a mortal sin I am a liar. I have been a liar all my life since I was 7. If I have talked to you I most likely lied to you. I ask forgiveness I love you all and God Bless you.