United States Submarine Veterans of World War II

[Rockin Robbins]

It's not even written for us. This is what we derisively call a "vanity publication," overpriced, not meant for any but the rubes who buy it to see. Let's be charitable and call it a "yearbook." It was published in two volumes, wonderful to look at and surely cost a pretty penny in its publication date of 1986.



But, in the tradition of yearbooks, it was the submariners themselves who put the content together. Most of them are gone now, so this book is one of the few places, along with their monthly bulletin, Polaris, that you can get the undiluted dope from the submariners themselves.

Sometimes they know something we absolutely know isn't true. I'll bet they're right most of the time. Most priceless are the memories recorded here, not for us, but for each other: men who were bound together by the loss of 3,505 shipmates during the war. Every man was friends with some of those who died.

Memories

by Ernest St. Germain

USS SPEARFISH (SS 190)

I remember:

my invitation into the world of service life by the shearing of my long hair

the icy cold winds walking to and from the lake in Idaho for goat drills,

being stationed in windy downtown Chicago, to learn the inards of diesel engines

the six-high bunks of troop trains criss-crossing the country shuttling servicemen from station to station

my introduction to Spritz's Navy, and the consideration and compassion extended to correct my ways,

the first dive on a school S-boat, and how the dripping oil from the over-hard hydraulic tank vent landed in the salad bowl in the mess hall,

the pride at being assigned a United States Submarine, and of the instruction and guidance by the "old salts" aboard given so willingly to the new arrival,

the fright of the first dive of my new home near the Rafallons at an almost impossible angle, later blamed on ballast that should have been removed during overhaul,

the first sailing into Pearl Harbor and seeing first-hand what I had only picture and print knowledge of,

the warm breezes and soft rains upon my introduction to Hawaii, the anxiety and qualms I felt as we slipped out to sea for my first patrol to the unknown,

the wet forehead and sweaty palms I experienced the moment of my first call to battle stations,

the understanding and compassion of the senior engineman who kept me busy wiping engines as I experienced my first depth charges,

the daylight approaches, within gun range, of islands yet to be invaded,

the joy in rescuing survivors of downed aircraft and giving them a ride back to land,

the small sand spits in the ocean whose names were larger than they were where we spent brief moments of rest and relaxation away from the war,

the startling pink color of the favorite hotel where I shared a room with three shipmates,

the ever-present smell of diesel fuel on the boat as well as me,

the endless nights on lookout during a typhoon, trying to share time between foggy binoculars and grip a lifeline to keep from being washed overboard,

the sighting of an enemy bomber approaching us while on the surface,

the endless repairs of new engines during hot, humid days of submergence patrol,

the peace and security of sailing at night after the war with the muffled engines broken only by the wash of the sea alongside the hull,

the last time I crossed the brow and saluted the flag, concluding my short Navy career,

but most of all I remember —
that there were 52 boats and 3,505 shipmates who didn't return to share their memories with me.

Yikes! Clay Blair, Jr. Who's he? He never made my cry. Dry facts don't convey a hundredth of this simple list. And the photos! Photos I've never seen before, which are doubtless only available in this publication.








That last shot is of loading torpedoes into the forward torpedo room. It was a nasty, dirty, dangerous job where no mistakes could be made or the consequences were a lot more than a good chewing out by the OOD.

I think I'll use this thread to put some of the contents of these two volumes on record for you to see. There's more to submarines than the cold litany of sinkings. There were people involved. There was Ernest St. Germain aboard the USS Spearfish, collecting his memories and praying he would get to share them with his shipmates. Not us. We only know "Silent Victory" style dry prose. His shipmates shared the truth.

[propbeanie]

Where did you find a gem like that? My dad is coming up on his 90th birthday. Him and a buddy of his at work went and enlisted in the navy together. They met a 3rd fellow in boot camp who ended up becoming my dad's brother-in-law (they married sisters). Dad is the only one of the 3 that also served in Korea. He's also the only one still alive (natural causes for the other 2). You couldn't get any of the 3 to talk much about their experiences, but get them in one place together, and they were on liberty in Manila all over again... None of them did subs, but they were all 3 in a typhoon, and all three in the Battle for Leyte Gulf. One on a destroyer, one on an LST, and the 3rd in an LCVP. But they'd talk about SP in Boston after the war. Or Basic. Stuff like that, unless no one else was around. The Greatest Generation. He's still got his dress blues. I've been trying to get my dad to sit with me, and let me "interview" him, but so far, no go. Tough part is, he lives six hours away.

It'd be very fitting to "hear" more from the book.

[XTBilly]

Great thread RR. I'd love to see more !

Billy.

[Rockin Robbins]

You know I have to type the exerpts, take photos on my cell phone to get their stuff on Subsim. Somehow that's appropriate, because it is very special stuff and I really haven't scratched the surface.

This came from my wife's grandfather, Warren Watkins of the USS Kraken, one of the latter boats of the war. He came back with no confirmed kills, but a couple of real ones, nonetheless. His boat isn't in this publication but he took great pride in being a member of the US Submarine Veterans of World War II. I have a copy of Thunder Below with the autograph and personal inscription from Eugene Fluckey. They were family, these submariners. Every success was everyone's success. Every death was very, very personal.

They didn't believe that anyone outside their family could possibly understand their experiences. They were probably right, but it's priceless that their thoughts and deeds live on in this priceless set of volumes.

More to come!


Look at that quality embossing and gold leaf on the cover. These guys really cared about their "yearbook" and were prepared to pay for it. Again.

Photos courtesy of my LG G4 cell phone. Nothing Apple has is half as good.

[max-peck]

Looking forward to more images RR

[Captain Dave]

Thanks RR.

[Rockin Robbins]

It's past time for another installment. Sorry, been a bit busy with real life and the Fall of the Rising Sun Ultimate project. But none of that would be possible without the sacrifice of these guys in the US Submarine Veterans of World War II.

Sometimes we forget the mindset of the war. This was no politically correct "create more democracies," win the hearts and minds of the enemy time. It was nothing short of seeking the utter defeat and total subjugation of the Japanese people. This war was fought to win, and that would involve some unsavory acts. Tough toenails, we didn't pick this fight. But we would end it.


Maybe that generation has something of truth to say to this generation? NAW!!!!!

These guys had a love/hate relationship with S-boats. Most of them had served or trained on an S-boat, so they were intimately familiar with the fact that the death warrants were half-signed for those who served on them in wartime. S-boat sailors were worthy of great respect.


One thing about these sailors. They took photos of things we wouldn't. Things that meant a lot to them personally, but which didn't have much to do with winning the war.




Maybe not the most important, but surely the most urgent thing on a submariner's mind was this seldom seen plaque:


And shared intimacies between the crew. There's a reason that Eugene Fluckey and not Dick O'Kane, is my absolute favorite submarine commander. Fluckey had an inclusive brand of leadership, where he openly acknowledged that yes, he was proud of the choices he had made, but it was his crew who made the execution of those choices possible. After receiving a trip to the White House and being presented the Medal of Honor, soon-to-be Admiral Fluckey (rhymes with Ducky) sent personal notes of thanks to each crew member, thanking them for the courage and dedication it took to earn THEIR medal of honor.


Now that's a leader you'll go to hell for and look forward to the trip.

Finally and the most important reason for this book of memories for the United States Submarine Veterans of World War II:


I'll close with a poem written by Captain HB Morris:

Born in the shop of the devils
designed by the brains of a fiend
loaded with gadgets, torpedoes and missiles
they call it a Submarine

The bards will sing of the albatross' flight
and men that go down to the seas
but never a word for the sailor's plight
who tails below deck in his dungarees

So I'm going to tell you the story
in a very laconic way
of the men who serve without glory
in the bowels of this demon each day

We eat in a spot most confined
and sleep suspended on hooks
You think we just never mind
'cause our story is not published in books

Life in these coffins is atrocious
and that's not in sea goin' terms
The air is simply obnoxious
so vile it kills off the germs

Not are we troubled with varmints
there's conditions a cockroach won't stand
The cooties leave all your garments
and quickly shove off for land

And those extra bucks for our trouble
to submerge these crates out of sight
is earned far more than double
by working all day and all night

And that bonus for hazardous life
and confinement on this type of boat
is blown by that lonesomest wife
making time with some other bloke

Machinist's mates reek with fuel oil
electricians with H2SO4
A gunner's mate's greasy with toil
and torpedo slush stinks even more

When we dock in a Navy yard
We can tell by the look on their face
that our liberty's gonna be marred
quarantined by some plague on the base

Now if ever a flat-top sailor
starts feeling disgruntled and mean
just ask Mr Bupers the favor
to ship on a Submarine

[Rockin Robbins]

And a fine pre-war portrait of the Nautilus!

[SilentPrey]

Amazing. Thanks, RR

[captcrane]

Out friggin Standing!

[Rockin Robbins]

Isn't it amazing how poetry fills this thing? Poetry was alive and kickin' in the 1940s. Today you can't find contemporary poetry. It's died and we can't even find the body. I don't know whether that's good or bad.

Another thing my wife's grandfather gave me was his autographed copy of Thunder Below. That was my fist dose of understanding why Eugene Fluckey was much more than a blowhard, as many try to portray him. He had a genuine affection and admiration for the men who served in the submarine force, no matter what their capacity or which boat they served on.

[aanker]

Wonderful Topic... thank you RR, priceless!

[Rockin Robbins]

I know we like to decorate our conning towers, but what did an authentic conning tower look like in the war?


And just how do you do one of those snazzy crew photos on an S-boat? VERY carefully as the S-28 appears to be listing due to the off-center weight of her crew!


Here's another S-boat with crew sharing deck space with the deck gun.


Here's the fantail of a fleet boat on the cruise in the Pacific.


And hull number 272 under construction at Grouton. That's the Redfin!


And a formation of subs from Hydeman's "Hellcats" returning from the Sea of Japan in July 1945


Here's a two page spread of Submarine Squadron 5 in 1949 at San Diego, CA.


And finally (for now) a nice usable logo of the US Submarine Veterans of WWII. They've disbanded now, as there were too few of them still alive to continue to function credibly as an organization. Their only website is on the Wayback Machine. But we'll never forget them, will we?

[max-peck]

Originally Posted by Rockin Robbins

And shared intimacies between the crew. There's a reason that Eugene Fluckey and not Dick O'Kane, is my absolute favorite submarine commander. Fluckey had an inclusive brand of leadership, where he openly acknowledged that yes, he was proud of the choices he had made, but it was his crew who made the execution of those choices possible. After receiving a trip to the White House and being presented the Medal of Honor, soon-to-be Admiral Fluckey (rhymes with Ducky) sent personal notes of thanks to each crew member, thanking them for the courage and dedication it took to earn THEIR medal of honor.


Now that's a leader you'll go to hell for and look forward to the trip

Roger that RR

I have just started reading Thunder Below
I am only at the end of his first patrol, but from what I read, he knows what he is doing, and also how to lead his crew

It looks to me as if he leads from that bottom up - rather than the top down
If that makes sense?

[Rockin Robbins]

Originally Posted by max-peck

Roger that RR

I have just started reading Thunder Below
I am only at the end of his first patrol, but from what I read, he knows what he is doing, and also how to lead his crew

It looks to me as if he leads from that bottom up - rather than the top down
If that makes sense?

There's a reason he was picked to be Lockwood's successor and made an admiral. He bagged the highest tonnage score of the war when boats routinely returned to base with all torpedoes still loaded.

When he had a dangerous mission, like sinking a train, it was all volunteers. He blew up that train with a scuttling charge. They couldn't give him the medal of honor for it because there's a once per lifetime restriction on it. His was the only ground operation on the Japanese home islands during the war!