God,
Country and Self-Interest:
A Social History
of the World War II Rank and File
CWP
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2004
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Terrar, Toby, 1944-
God, Country and
Self-Interest: A Social History of the WorldWar II
Rank and File / Toby Terrar.
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1. World War, 1939-1945--War Work--United
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2. World War, 1939-1945--Women--United
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3. World War, 1939-1945--Naval
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4. World War, 1939-1945--Personal
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5. World War,
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6. World War, 1939-1945--Aerial
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7. World War II.
8. Military Biography.
9. Air Pilots, Military--United
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10. War, Causes of.
11. War--Religious Aspects.
12. War (Philosophy).
13. United States, Navy--Biography.
14. United States--Foreign Relations.
15. United States--Social Conditions.
16. United States--Social History.
17. United States--Economic Conditions.
18. United States--Intellectual Life.
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20. Imperialism.
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Contents
List of Illustrations
Acknowlegements
Preface
Self-interest......................................................................................................... xii
The
Older Generation......................................................................................... xix
Religion........................................................................................................... xxxii
Chapter 1: Ed's Preparation
Coffeyville............................................................................................................ 1
Naval Flight Training............................................................................................. 7
Corpus Christi Basic Training: May-November, 1942......................................... 10
Opa Locka: November 1942-January 1943....................................................... 18
Chapter 2: Hazel Before the War
Dalzell, South Carolina....................................................................................... 21
Nurse Training: Newport, Rhode Island.............................................................. 34
Nursing at the University of Michigan Hospital: 1936-1942................................. 40
Chapter 3: California
Coffeyville, North Island and Alameda: January-March 1943.............................. 47
TBF: Torpedo Bomber....................................................................................... 55
El Centro: April 1943......................................................................................... 57
North Island (Coronado, California): April-July 1943.......................................... 59
Holtville and Hazel Hogan: July-August 1943...................................................... 66
Otay Mesa (Brown Field): August-October 1943............................................... 68
Chapter 4: Marriage
Courtship: 1943................................................................................................. 78
Marriage: September 3, 1943............................................................................. 83
The Ceremony................................................................................................... 86
Chapter 5: Westward to the South Pacific: October-November, 1943
Ed Gets Underway........................................................................................... 101
Work............................................................................................................... 110
Espiritu Santo and Letters from Hazel............................................................... 115
Chapter 6: Combat: Tarawa, November-December, 1943
Preparation for Gilbert Islands Invasion............................................................. 125
Tarawa: November 20-December 8, 1943....................................................... 128
Christmas 1943: San Diego.............................................................................. 137
Chapter 7: Hazel on the Home Front: 1944
Budgetary Planning........................................................................................... 146
Correspondence and Socializing....................................................................... 148
Catholicism...................................................................................................... 152
Housing............................................................................................................ 153
The Baby: June-December, 1944..................................................................... 155
Work............................................................................................................... 162
Chapter 8: The Marshalls: January-February, 1944
The Trip Back to the Central Pacific: January 12-31, 1944................................ 170
Marshall Islands: January 31-February 22, 1944............................................... 171
Western Marshalls............................................................................................ 180
Chapter 9: Hawaiian Vacation and Combat Fatigue: March-May, 1944
Hawaii: March 1-March 15, 1944.................................................................... 187
Recuperation: March 15-May 31, 1944............................................................ 189
Barber's Point, Hawaii: April 21-May 31, 1944................................................ 198
Ed Catches Up with the Chenango.................................................................... 202
Chapter 10: The Marianas (Guam, Saipan, Pagan): June-August, 1944
The
Beginning of the Campaign: June 2-21, 1944.............................................. 212
Pagan: June 21-24, 1944.................................................................................. 217
Rest in the Marshalls (Eniwetok): June 25-July 10, 1944................................... 221
The Big News.................................................................................................. 222
Guam (July 10-30, 1944)................................................................................. 224
Chapter 11: Making the News: July 30, 1944
Rest at
Eniwetok & Manus: August 3-September 10, 1944............................... 243
Chapter 12: Morotai: September, 1944
Morotai Island: September 15-24, 1944........................................................... 253
Back to Manus: September 25-October 12, 1944............................................ 260
Politics............................................................................................................. 261
Chapter 13: Philippine Invasion & Great Philippine Sea Battle:
October 1944
Leyte Gulf Invasion: October 16-24, 1944........................................................ 267
D-Day............................................................................................................. 272
Sinking a Lugger: October 23, 1944................................................................. 276
To Morotai: October 24-28, 1944................................................................... 276
Battle of Sibuyan Sea (October 24, 1944)........................................................ 278
Surigao Strait (October 24-25, 1944)............................................................... 280
Attack on Taffy-I and Battle of Samar: October 25, 1944................................. 281
Back to Leyte (October 28-30, 1944) and Manus (October 30,
1944)............. 288
Pearl Harbor and Home................................................................................... 291
Chapter 14: Conclusion. 295
Family
Reunion................................................................................................. 295
Chenango......................................................................................................... 301
Flight
Instructor: January-September, 1945....................................................... 308
The
Soviets, the Civilian Bombing and the War’s End........................................ 312
Future
Problems............................................................................................... 322
Glossary
Bibliography
Index
Figure 0-1:
Ed Terrar, Sr. coalmining in 1914....................................................... xvi
Figure 0-2:
United Mine Worers President, John L. Lewis.................................... xvii
Figure 0-3:
Wendell Willkie in Coffeyville, Kansas............................................... xxii
Figure 0-4:
Coffeyville Resistance to World War I............................................... xxv
Figure 0-5:
Ed Terrar, Sr. and the Coffeyville American Legion.......................... xxvii
Figure 0-6:
Ed Jr.’s stamp collection and American imperialism............................ xxx
Figure 0-7:
Alfred Mahan and self-interest......................................................... xxxiv
Figure 1-1:
Ed in the horse cavalry, 1939................................................................ 3
Figure 1-2:
Ed’s diploma from Coffeyville Junior College, 1942............................... 6
Figure 1-3:
Ed in first pair of Naval coveralls, 1942................................................. 9
Figure 1-4:
Ed’s ground school notes at Corpus Christi in 1942............................. 14
Figure 1-5:
Ed’s preparatory travels in the United States, 1942-1943.................... 20
Figure 2-1:
Hazel with siblings, 1920..................................................................... 22
Figure 2-2:
Annie Hogan’s 1924 letter giving up custody of her children................. 22
Figure 2-3:
Hazel with siblings on bail of cotton at Charlie’s, 1926......................... 24
Figure 2-4:
Hazel on high school graduation day, 1931.......................................... 34
Figure 2-5:
Map of Newport Hospital................................................................... 37
Figure 2-6:
Newport monument to caring for the aged and newborn...................... 38
Figure 2-7:
Hazel in nurses training, 1935.............................................................. 39
Figure 2-8:
Graduation photo of nurses from Newport.......................................... 39
Figure 2-9:
Hazel in uniform with friends at University of Michigan Hospital............ 42
Figure 2-10: Annie Hogan and Estelle Hunt on
vacation, 1938................................. 43
Figure 2-11: Annie Hogan in corner grocery which
she ran from 1930 to 1950........ 44
Figure 2-12: Hazel and friends at Ann Arbor,
Michigan, 1941................................. 46
Figure 3-1:
Ed visiting Columbia Drug Store in Coffeyville, January 1943............... 47
Figure 3-2:
Bernie and Gerry Volm. Bernie was killed........................................... 49
Figure 3-3:
Creepy Flint. A great pilot who hated the Navy................................... 52
Figure 3-4:
Point Arena Lighthouse, site of Ed’s emergency landing, 1943............. 54
Figure 3-5:
Map of the desert (Imperial Valley) where Ed and Hazel met............... 58
Figure 3-6:
Ed with his 1931 Rolls Royce............................................................. 60
Figure 3-7:
Ed’s sister, Rosemary, visiting him in Los Angeles, spring 1943............ 61
Figure 3-8:
Los Angeles weekend with Bill McClelland, spring 1943..................... 61
Figure 3-9:
Ed’s buddies socializing at the Hotel del Coronado.............................. 64
Figure 3-10: Map of San Diego area where
Squadron-35 trained............................ 66
Figure 3-11: Portrait of the Torpedo Squadron 35
aviators in October 1943........... 72
Figure 4-1:
Ensign Hazel Hogan in the spring of 1943 at San Diego........................ 75
Figure 4-2:
Hazel on the obstetrics ward, Naval Hospital, San Diego...................... 76
Figure 4-3:
Hazel on the beach at Coronado, California.......................................... 79
Figure 4-4:
Ed at Otay Mesa (Brown Field) in the summer of 1943........................ 81
Figure 4-5:
Terrars’ marriage ceremony at Sacred Heart in Coronado.................... 87
Figure 4-6:
Outside the church after the ceremony, September 3, 1943.................. 87
Figure 4-7:
Part of Annie Hogan’s announcement of daughter’s marriage................ 88
Figure 4-8:
Hazel in her white Navy uniform shortly before retirement..................... 89
Figure 4-9:
Ed and Hazel’s first home in Chula Vista, 1943................................... 90
Figure 4-10: Hazel playing golf, September 1943.................................................... 92
Figure 5-1:
Chenango as an oiler......................................................................... 94
Figure 5-2:
Chenango as a flattop........................................................................ 95
Figure 5-3:
Air and ground team for a TBF......................................................... 100
Figure 5-4:
Section from Pacific map used in Ed and Hazel’s secret code............ 102
Figure 5-5:
Ed Terrar on the Chenango.............................................................. 109
Figure 5-6:
Hazing on October 27, 1943, when crossing the equator................... 110
Figure 5-7:
Certificate of initiation as a shellback................................................. 110
Figure 6-1:
Map of Pacific operations................................................................. 123
Figure 6-2:
Map of Tarawa Atoll........................................................................ 129
Figure 6-3:
Tarawa’s bloody beach on November 20, 1943............................... 130
Figure 6-5:
Womenhood according to the commercial press................................ 140
Figure 6-6:
Hazel dressed up, Christmas 1943.................................................... 140
Figure 6-7:
Chenango AG-35 torpedo,
fighter & diver bomber aviators............. 142
Figure 7-1:
Pottery pattern Hazel bought, 1944................................................... 144
Figure 7-2:
Stationary with Hazel’s name............................................................ 149
Figure 7-3:
Hazel pregnant, spring 1944.............................................................. 150
Figure 7-4:
Hazel on the phone........................................................................... 150
Figure 7-5:
Mr. Ludwick, Hazel’s landlord at La Mesa, 1944............................. 155
Figure 7-6:
New baby pictures pasted in baby book, July 1944........................... 157
Figure 7-7:
Hazel and baby................................................................................. 159
Figure 7-8:
Congratulations card from Estelle Hunt, godmother, 1944.................. 160
Figure 7-9:
John Donlon introduced Ed and Hazel, baby’s godfather................... 161
Figure 7-10: Hazel and Peggy Dalzell, giving baths
to their babies.......................... 162
Figure 7-11: Baby toilet........................................................................................ 164
Figure 7-12: Dr. Kellogg and his backyard garden in
Chula Vista.......................... 168
Figure 8-1:
TBF air support in the Marshall Islands, February 1944..................... 175
Figure 8-2:
Ed’s souvenir Japanese money with signatures fellow aviators............ 179
Figure 8-3:
Ed’s souvenir Japanese money taken at Kwajalein............................. 184
Figure 9-1:
Ed and friends at Waikiki, Hawaii, March 1944................................ 188
Figure 9-2:
Map of Outrigger Canoe Club.......................................................... 197
Figure 9-3:
Ed sitting on a volcano...................................................................... 200
Figure 9-4:
First in sequence of Ed’s ill-fated landing........................................... 209
Figure 9-5:
Second in sequence of Ed’s ill-fated landing...................................... 209
Figure 9-6:
Third in sequence of Ed’s ill-fated landing.......................................... 209
Figure 10-1:
Operations map, Marshalls & Marianas, February-Aug. 1944......... 213
Figure 10-2:
Aircraft Action Report for attack on Pagan Island............................ 219
Figure 10-3:
Eniwetok officers club..................................................................... 222
Figure 10-4:
Ed relaxing on island near Turk....................................................... 222
Figure 11-1:
Map of Orote Peninsula, Guam (Marianas)..................................... 232
Figure 11-2:
The newsmaking landing on Guam, July 30, 1944............................ 234
Figure 11-3:
Crew that made the first Guam landing............................................ 235
Figure 11-4:
Coffeyville Journal’s coverage
of Guam landing............................ 240
Figure 11-5:
Ed’s watercolor of Rex Hanson on the toilet, August 19, 1944........ 247
Figure 12-1:
Souvenir "imperialist" missionary money........................................... 252
Figure 12-2: Map of Morotai & Halmahera in Moluccas, September 1944.......... 254
Figure 12-3:
Dr. Harold Thornburg, killed during the Halmahera attack................ 257
Figure 12-4:
Watercolors painted by Ed of native culture at Manus...................... 262
Figure 12-5:
More watercolors painted by Ed of native culture............................ 263
Figure 12-6:
Wood carving by Ed depicting a native............................................ 264
Figure 13-1:
Map of Leyte in the Philippines....................................................... 267
Figure 13-2:
Orville Hardastle, Chenango’s chief sailor...................................... 268
Figure 13-3:
Sam Forrer..................................................................................... 270
Figure 13-4:
Celebration of 5,000th landing......................................................... 275
Figure 13-5:
Ed’s flight log book......................................................................... 289
Figure 13-6:
Chenango Torpedo Squadron-35 (enlisted)................................... 290
Figure 13-7:
The Chenango at Barbers Point, Hawaii (November 1944)............ 292
Figure 14-1:
Ed’s spoils of war: a bath robe........................................................ 294
Figure 14-2:
Diagram of Terrar’s family home in Coffeyville................................. 297
Figure 14-3:
Guest book for open house at the Terrar’s...................................... 299
Figure 14-4:
Visitors at the Terrar’s in Coffeyville................................................ 300
Figure 14-5:
Ed, Hazel and Toby at home in Coffeyville...................................... 301
Figure 14-6:
Troops demonstrating to come home............................................... 308
Figure 14-7:
Hazel and Toby at Lake Michigan, Evanston, Illinois........................ 312
Figure 14-8:
The Soviets in Manchuria................................................................ 315
Figure 14-9:
Squadron mates at a reunion........................................................... 321
Figure 14-10: Plaque presented to Ed and thank-you note to the Marines.............. 323
Acknowledgements
During the five years off-and-on of its writing, I had the good fortune to live with my parents, the main subjects of this study. Whenever there were questions, I consulted them and their letters, pictures and souvenirs. I also owe a debt to the scholarship of the late Brooke Hindle and his wife Helen, with whom I once enjoyed a meal and learned about the pleasures and difficulties of writing Naval history. Their work was a constant guide, as my footnotes reflect. The writings and diaries of squadron mates and friends Norman Berg, Bill Marshall, Bruce Weart, Charley Dickey, Robert Exum, Estelle Hunt, Bill Gentry, Jack Ross, Anthony Hernandez, Don Starks and Edward Ries benefited this study. Not least in helping to educate me were my parents’ annual squadron and carrier reunions, along with the U.S.S. Chenango Newsletter, which shipmate Larry Lippert and his wife Dorothy facilitate. These sources allowed me to share in the memories, writings and insights of comrades such as the late Charlie Carpenter and his wife Dottie.
I am gratefully to the CW Press editors, Betty Clark, Virginia Lewis and Patrick Knight, for their comments, editorial suggestions and encouragement. Finally, the staff at the Library of Congress, the Mullen Library at Catholic University, the Montgomery County Maryland Public Library and the Martin Luther King Public Library in Washington, D.C. deserve my thanks.
Design of prior
page:
These
items were carried by Ed Terrar in his pocket throughout the war. Most soldiers had such keepsakes that brought
comfort and symbolized what the war was about. Ed’s flag had been carried by
his father in the First World War. They both felt it brought luck. The rosary
was given to Ed by the Coffeyville Knights of Columbus. Each Catholic
recruit was given one. The dollar bill was part of Ed’s wages and special in
several ways. It had “Hawaii” printed on it and was longer than the normal bill. The
government made these for use in Hawaii because it was feared the enemy would
pass counterfeit bills there. The counterfeits could be spotted because they
would look like normal stateside bills. Ed’s bill was also special because on
it were the signatures of his friends, given as part of an initiation on
February 9, 1943 into the “short snorters.” That same month Archbishop Francis
Spellman in Action this Day: Letters from the Fighting Fronts (New
York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1944), p. 70, explained about the “short
snorters”:
On
Wednesday, I had the honor of having luncheon with the Prime Minister, Mr.
Winston Churchill. . . His first question to me was, “May I without irreverence
ask if you are a ‘short snorter’?” As I explained to you in an earlier letter,
a “short snorter” is one who has crossed the ocean in an airplane. The
certificate of membership in this society consists of signatures on a dollar
bill which must be always in a short snorter’s possession. If the person
challenged is unable to produce the certificate of his short snortship, he is
penalized by being obliged to treat everyone to a short “snort,” that is, a
small drink. The price of the treat has now been stabilized at a dollar.
After the war Ed
carried his “short snorter” bill and rosary with him for 60 years. The flag was
kept in a dresser drawer.
This is an account of how my parents, Ed and Hazel
(Hogan) Terrar, joined the Navy in 1942, met each other in July 1943, married
shortly thereafter, and started their family. It is also about World War II, as
that was when they started out together. It is more social history than military history because it looks at the war through their
eyes. Ed remarked on August 23, 1943, soon after meeting Hazel, "I'm
convinced that if an individual understands himself, he understands the
world."[1] Similarly, an understanding of those
like the Terrars during the war helps in understanding the war.
This
is also about the help which can be gained from studying their lives. Both of
them viewed history as they did the bible, a help to life. Starting as
children, they were attracted to literature which, as Hazel put it in one of
her high school essays, "gave a moral lesson and revealed hidden sin."[2] Like many others, they kept their
wartime letters, pictures and official documents because of a sense of history,
that is, a belief that there was a lesson in them. Much has been written, often
with official assistance, by and about those who commanded the military. But
the rank and file have their own story and lessons.
The
nineteenth-century Russian novelist, Leo Tolstoy, made an epoch out of Napoleon’s invasion of his country. In War and
Peace he concluded that history, like most military battles that he had
studied, was chaotic and uncontrollable. The epoch for the Terrars was World
War II. Unlike Tolstoy, their conclusions were more optimistic about the nature
of history and their control over it. Tolstoians may gaze at their destiny with
the same sort of dumb amazement as an animal in a trap, but not working people
like the Terrars. I have been hearing bits and pieces of their story since my
earliest recollections. Writing it down has allowed me to gain perspective on
how it fits together and how it relates to the epoch which my own generation
faced in Vietnam.
Self-Interest. One point made by this story is that
working people promoted their own self-interests by the war. I knew
professional soldiers that viewed combat as a path to promotion.
Similarly, oil, steel, banking and other corporations profited in the form of
military contracts. But that the non-professional, National Guard soldiers who constituted
the rank and file gained something was
unexpected. The benefits were not enough to have incited the war and would have
been obtained quicker without it. But the rank and file did not come up
empty-handed. Personal profit from war is recorded from the earliest periods. The Peloponnesian War veteran, Thucydides (471-400 B.C.), in an account of that struggle traced its origins
to “honor, fear and interest.”[3] For hundreds of years both the Spanish conquistadors and British imperialists fought for
“glory, God and gold.”[4] American Revolutionaries in the Federalist Papers, which promoted the adoption of the U.S. Constitution, maintained
self-interest was a foundation for the new republic.[5]
Nineteenth-century
academics such as James Mill developed a formal theory of philosophy,
utilitarianism-pragmatism, in which self-interest was basic.[6] The Terrars were optimist pragmatists.
They made the best of the war and hoped for the day when it would be over.[7] This philosophy was expressed in a
letter Ed wrote on April 5, 1944, "I don't know how things will work out
but they always seem to work out somehow and I think they'll work out for the
best."[8] This philosophy was common even under the
worst circumstances. Historian William McBride, in discussing the letters of
another Pacific soldier, remarked:
His
letters are those of a man who is trying to make the best of his status as a
prisoner in an alien environment, a man whose future is captive to events beyond his control.[9]
Looking out for themselves in the case of the Terrars
actually meant doing well, not unlike the 36-year-old Navy lieutenant and
budding novelist, James Michener, who volunteered to do two consecutive
two-year tours during the war as an "inspector" in what he called
"paradise," the South Sea Islands.[10] Illustrative of the Terrars good fortune
were military wages, which were double and triple what they had made
before the war.[11] There had been an economic depression. They believed hard times would return
after the war and perhaps a communist revolution. They talked of buying a small
farm with their military bounty, so that they could live off the land.[12]
In
addition to wages, the Terrars did well in their social life, travel and housing. The war gave them the opportunity to meet and
start a marriage that was still going strong three wars later. Their first home
together in 1943 was an ivy-covered cottage in Chula Vista, California. It was
surrounded by eucalyptus trees, a sweet-smelling flower garden, and rock lined
fishponds. Ed's squadron-mates became his life-long friends. A number of their
naval acquaintances were what Ed's mother called "refined people." They came from well-connected and well-heeled families. They had
gone to the "right" schools and had jobs with the big corporations on Wall Street. Ed cultivated them. For a
time in 1943 before going to sea he co-owned with squadron-mate Buddy Beal a
1931 Rolls Royce.
Hazel,
who had been employed as a nurse for a decade prior to and during the war, was
able to quit work. Despite the misgivings of her new spouse, she preferred being a "housewife"
and going shopping with her friends.[13] She soon had her first baby, which was a
joy. Ed was able to spend several months in the spring of 1944 in Hawaii. He
surfed, played volleyball in the sand at the exclusive Outrigger Canoe Club and
ate good meals at beautiful homes high in the mountains
overlooking Honolulu. He made realistic watercolor paintings and woodcarvings.
Except for not having Hazel, it was perfect.[14]
Looking
out for one's self-interest put another way, meant the war was only part of the
picture. The notion that the war was only hardship
resulted from the misleading notions promoted by special interest groups. For
such interests, the idea of "making the best of things," at least for
working people, was blasphemous. These special interests required the conscription of large public resources to
conduct international commerce; but they begrudged sharing the gains with the
public. Theodore Roosevelt typified special interest patriotism. He came from a merchant
family that for several generations used public resources for personal gain. In
the name of patriotism he encouraged the invasion of the Philippines, Cuba, Santo Domingo, Columbia, Mexico and the area needed
for the Panama Canal. But when trade unionists forced concessions from the
empire builders, he condemned their patriotism as "the doctrine of envy,
the doctrine of greed, the worst, basest passion of mankind."[15]
Special
interest groups maintained trade was the "lifeblood of
nations" and equated it with American honor and prosperity.[16] Corporate narcissism became patriotism. If they had had their way, those who they conscripted to do their fighting would
have been paid with “honor” or “freedom,” not with material benefits. Ed's Navy
textbooks during basic training, which he still had in his possession years
later, condemned such patriotism:
A
demagogic appeal to "Old Glory" often smacks of a thin veneer of
patriotism subtly concealing motives of self-aggrandizement to organizations
and the self-interests of the individual. Most enlightened men believe that
much strife, graft, and needless bloodshed have been perpetrated in the name of
patriotism and religion.[17]
The Terrars, like most young working people, found that
looking out for themselves was part of their heritage. For example, Ed's dad,
Ed Sr., had gone to work at age eleven in the
Rhondda Valley coalmines of South Wales. When he migrated to the United States at
age twenty-one in 1912, he was already a skilled miner with ten years
experience. Ed Sr. had coalmining uncles, aunts and cousins scattered
throughout Pennsylvania, Maryland, Iowa and Arkansas. He migrated to America
during a yearlong strike when his uncle John Lee in Mystic, Iowa sent him a ticket. By
taking up mining in Iowa, he made one of his many choices to make the best of
things.
At
the national level, America's fifty million workers often made the best of
things during the war. Illustrative was the United Mine Workers (UMW). Its president,
John L. Lewis, had the respect of the Terrars, not only because he was a fellow
Welsh coalminer but because he, like Ed Sr., did not drink alcohol, was faithful to
his wife and children and spoke as an equal to the mine owners and politicians, whether they wanted it or not. Miners held the
trickle-up theory of value. They produced value by their labor
deep underground. They had to fight the parasites on top to retain that value.
They used collective bargaining in reaching agreements.
The war made collective
bargaining even more necessary than usual. Typically, Lewis explained to a
United States Senate committee headed by Harry Truman in 1943 that it was
unfair to restrain labor
from collectively adjusting wages to the rising cost of living without also restricting the
capitalists.[18] He summarized, "Congress can't
condone a policy in this country that fattens industry and starves labor, and then call upon labor
patriotically to starve."[19] That workers did make the best of things
and prospered, resulted in unending complaints from the big corporations.[20]
My
misunderstanding about the nature of the war and self-interest resulted not
only because of failure to appreciate the economic boom. It came also from equating the war
with the hand-to-hand fighting at battles such as Tarawa. Hand-to-hand fighting was the
exception. Most of the soldiers were not combat troops and did little or no
fighting. Even among the Naval forces, some were more exposed than others. The
front-line, full-length, fast carriers (CVs) saw the main action. Ed was on a Sangamon-class escort carrier or CVE. They were
second-line ships, not normally involved in prime attacks. They were half the
size and speed of the Essex-class carriers, had few big guns and
were crewed largely by married draftees and teenagers, not by career
military.[21] Ed's ship had been an oil tanker before
the war. On it a landing deck had been constructed. It provided air protection
and fuel for convoys. Even the fast front-line carriers spent much of the war
on routine patrols, not in combat.[22] Ed saw combat and both welcomed and
hated it. But combat was only part of the picture.
Self-interest did not mean people did not love their country. But surrendering
common sense and unquestioning obedience was not the way to love it.
Major Evans Carlson, who was the operations officer for the 4th Marine Division during the Tarawa
invasion, noted one of the problems caused by blind submission. It made for
poor soldiers. During the Tarawa attack in October 1943, which was Ed Jr.'s
first battle, many of the officers were killed in the first hour. The rank and file, as Carlson put it,
"lacked initiative and resourcefulness. They were not trained to
understand the need for sacrifice. Too many men waited for orders - and while
they waited they died. What if they had been trained not to wait for
orders?"[23] Carlson was angry. Lives could have been
saved.[24]
If
self-interest did not mean people did not love their country, it also did not
mean they were infected with the pathological profit-seeking that World War II
veteran Milt Felsen encountered as a prisoner of war. In discussing the various
personality types in his camp, Felsen described the profit seekers:
I was most baffled by the entrepreneurs.
They would first circulate through the various barracks using their cigarette
capital to trade, barter, and buy rings, blankets, cigarette lighters, foodstuffs
in cans, clothing, wallets, anything they thought someone might possibly buy.
They would then congregate along the main walkways, lay this junk out on a
blanket, and sit all day flailing their arms against the bitter cold. They were
apparently driven by some relentless inner compulsion to amass wealth for its
own sake, since there was nothing they could buy with it in the camp and all
those cartons of loose cigarettes would be stale and worthless if and when they
ever got out.
It
seemed to me like a metaphor for the frenetic auctioneering on the floor of the
stock market or for the race of the very rich to acquire even more possessions
they could never use before they died of a heart attack in the effort and before their
pampered children, having nothing to strive for, committed suicide in colorful
ways at early ages. The profit system did seem to have its faults.[25]
The Older Generation. Despite looking out for themselves, the
Terrars' experience had plenty that was negative. They and millions of others
around the world put their lives and fortunes on the line, but the war came
with no input from them. The only decision they were allowed to make was
whether to enlist, be drafted or go to jail. The Terrars seldom echoed the semi-official "yellow bastard" race hatred.[26] Rather they voiced anger, as Ed put it
at the time, "because hate is legislated. . . shot into our blood and
brain like vaccine or vitamins."[27] They were disappointed in their parents
and the older generation for letting the country fall
into the "mess," as they called it. Ed remarked in one of his 350
letters to Hazel in 1944 that he would like to give "lasting peace" to his child
with whom Hazel was pregnant, something which "the present generation did
not give”:
If
one generation of Americans could be spared, it would be the luckiest. But I
suppose that we like our predecessors shall soon forget the monstrosities of war & will permit it to creep up as previous generations
have done. Gee where do I get this philosophic thought - enough![28]
Historian
Gerald Linderman found that vows about their sons being spared the experience
of combat were "a rite of foxhole existence."[29]
The
Terrars were like most young Americans in not wanting to go to war. A national
poll found that 90% of the youth opposed entering the war.[30] Japanese youth had similar sentiments.[31] Sixty-eight thousand were imprisoned for
their war resistance.[32] Even the 2,530 Japanese “volunteer”
pilots who died on suicide missions between October 1944 and
August 15, 1945 did so unwillingly. Aviator Saito Mutsuo explained, “In November 1944 we were summoned to listen to a
special speech from the commanding officer. He explained to us that the army
was to set up its own tokkotai (suicide squadron). Pilots from our base,
he said, were being invited to volunteer. Then he went into one of the hangars,
and we were called in one by one to see him. He gave us two pieces of paper,
and we were asked to write our name on one of these to indicate our feelings
about joining the tokkotai. One piece of paper said ‘eager.’ The other
one said ‘very eager.’ ‘In that case,’ I said
to the commander, ‘I hope that you will not mind if I only write myself down as
being ‘eager.’ As far as I know, everyone else in the squad did the same. No
one really wanted to join the tottotai.”[33]
The
American youth may not have wanted to be conscripted but the $10,000 fine and
five-year prison term imposed by the draft law made resistance difficult.[34] The Republican presidential candidate in the fall of 1940 was Wendell Willkie (1892-1944). Willkie had taught school in Ed's hometown,
Coffeyville, Kansas in 1914. Later, he worked as a lawyer for
the banking house of Morgan but also defended labor leaders such as William
Schneiderman before the United States Supreme Court.[35] In his campaign he came to the defense of
the youth, accusing Roosevelt of playing politics with their lives.[36] He kicked off his campaign with a parade
and rally in Coffeyville on September 16, which Ed attended.[37] Willkie would have had Ed's vote on
November 5, had he been old enough to vote. Twenty-four million voters agreed with Ed and the youth, but this
was not enough to defeat FDR, who won with only 54 percent (27 million) of the
nation behind him.[38]
The Terrars stayed
up-to-date on world events and had negative feelings about the politicians who
encouraged the war's approach. Illustrative of their information sources was a
subscription to Capper's Weekly that Ed read regularly. It had
interesting stories, jokes and world news.[39] It reflected the anti-corporate agrarian
tradition that was popular in rural Kansas. Beginning in October 1937 it
denounced Roosevelt for his "Quarantine the aggressor (Japan)" policy and advocated that
United States companies be required to immediately withdraw from China. There
was an undeclared war going on between China and Japan. FDR was helping China
and the Wall Street-owned corporations there. The withdrawal of
American economic interests would, in the Weekly's
view, deflate the "rendezvous with destiny" that FDR had in mind for
America's youth, just as Thomas Jefferson's embargo of trade had
done for an earlier generation.[40] Scripture too was invoked, "If your
hand causes your to sin, cut it off. . . If your eye causes you to sin, pluck
it out" (Mk 9:42-47). In the view of Capper's Weekly, the special interests such as Standard Oil and National City Bank, which dominated America's foreign policy, did not profit working people.
Such interests should be "plucked out and thrown into hell, where the worm
does not die, and the fire is not quenched" (Mk 9:48).
In
addition to Capper's Weekly, the Coffeyville Journal, was, in Ed's view, first rate in
covering the drift towards war and incidents like Japan's invasion of China in
the 1930s. Ed had worked as a paperboy for the Journal in one of his
first jobs. The newspaper and the local radio station were owned by the
respected (by the Terrars) Welshman, Hugh J. Powell.[41] William Peffer founded the Coffeyville Journal in 1875. He had been forced
to migrate to Kansas in 1861 from Morgan County, Missouri because of his
outspoken anti-slavery Republican beliefs.[42] In the 1890s as a U.S. Senator from
Kansas, he opposed “paternalism for the rich,” such as the construction of battleships for the corporations that
traded in Asia and Latin America. He noted at the time that fourteen American
states had recently been under martial law because of labor discontent and
feared that naval armaments were being created “to suppress rebellion and
insurrection and revolution amongst the common people.”[43] Also of note in keeping the Terrars
informed was the Emporia Gazette, edited by the Republican isolationist,
William White (1868-1944).
Ed regularly consulted it at the Coffeyville Public Library.[44]
At
school Ed also found views that were negative to FDR's foreign policy, such as
at the periodic lectures sponsored by the administration, which the entire
student body attended. One of these was by Stanley High, a writer for the Saturday Evening Post. In his lecture High maintained that
American involvement in the First World War, which had started in April 1917,
was a mistake. George Washington in his farewell address had admonished the country to stay clear
of foreign entanglements. High reasoned that the "war to save
democracy," as World War I was called, had really been about protecting corporate investors.
First the corporations had sold goods to England and France, then extended
credit, then made loans and finally troops had to be sent to insure the return
of the money. He warned that FDR was in the process of repeating the World War
I mistakes.
Ed
went home and repeated High's lecture to his father, who was a World War I Army
veteran and commander of the Coffeyville American Legion post. Ed's father "took umbrage" at the isolationist sentiments to the
extent they were critical of World War I. However, like his son during World
War II, Ed Sr. at the time of the World War I draft had not wanted to enlist. The first page of the Wednesday June 20,
1917 edition of the Coffeyville Sun had carried an account of the marriage on the previous day of
Maye Gergen and
26-year-old Edward Terrar, Sr.[45] On the same page was the announcement of
a second draft called for November 1917. The first draft registration of June
5, 1917 had resulted in the conscription of 625,000 men, aged 21 to 30 years.[46] A third item on the bottom of the page
was about the arrest in Coffeyville that day of 29-year-old Roy Hancock. His crime was that he had been giving
an anti-war harangue on Walnut Street, had been carrying Industrial Workers of the World literature
and had failed to have in his possession a little blue draft registration card.
Ed Sr. was among the last to be drafted on April 27, 1918.[47]
Ed
Sr. had not wanted to go to war and when he returned from it, he had been
bitter. He was an immigrant and talked "politics." His mother-in-law,
Rosetta Gergen, told him to shut up, "You are an
Englishmen, not an American. If you do not like things the way they are, keep
it to yourself."[48] Ed was an original member of the
American Legion. The Legionaries were angry because they
felt much as the isolationists did in the 1930s. Historian Paul Koistinen
summarized:
The Legion rank and
file seethed with resentment about alleged wartime profiteering and the unequal
burden shouldered by the fighting forces. In
order to remove the promise of riches as an inducement to war and to distribute
the burdens of warfare more equitably, the returning veterans demanded a total
draft of manpower and capital in any future emergency.[49]
Ed Sr.'s bad feelings reflected not only the
unequal burdens carried during the war. Soon after the war there was industrial
conflict as in November 1919 when 800,000 mine and steel workers, including many returned
veterans, went out on strike. Their purpose was to force wages to catch up with
the cost of living that had gone up during the war. The government treated
harshly both the strikers and their leaders, such as Mother Mary Jones (1830-1930). Ed Sr. and those in mining communities from Virginia
to Colorado respected Mother Jones for the leadership she gave them.[50]
Despite
mixed feelings about the nature of World War I, Ed Sr. and the American Legion
took a negative view of empire building. At their national conventions in 1935, 1937 and 1939,
the Legion endorsed a policy of isolation, strict neutrality and the removal of profit making from
war.[51] They criticized Franklin Roosevelt for failing to apply the neutrality laws to the Sino-Japanese war
and for playing the role of so-called "peacemaker."[52]
One
of the popular anti-imperialist speakers at Legion gatherings in the 1930s was
the retired Marine Corps general, Smedley Butler. He criticized American's foreign policy in harsh terms for
its subservience to special interests:
War
is just a racket. A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is
not what it seems to the majority of people. It is conducted for the benefit of
the very few at the expenses of the masses. I believe in adequate defense at
the coastline and nothing more. If a nation comes over here to fight, then we'll
fight. The trouble with America is that when the dollar only earns six percent
over here, then it gets restless and goes overseas to get 100 percent. Then the flag
follows the dollar and the soldiers follow the flag.[53]
The Legion's rank and file respected Butler, because he
knew first-hand the history of how special interests used foreign policy. He
voiced what many felt after their experience in World War I, "I wouldn't
go to war again as I have done to protect some lousy investment of the bankers.
There are only two things we should fight for. One
is the defense of our homes and the other is the Bill of Rights. War for any
other reason is simply a racket. There isn't a
trick in the racketeering bag that the military gang is blind to. It has its
'finger men' to point out enemies, its 'muscle men' to destroy enemies, its
'brain men' to plan war preparations, and a 'Big Boss'
Super-Nationalistic-Capitalism."[54] Despite Butler’s comments, the “military
gang” was opposed to pushing Japan into a war in the fall of 1941. They had
their attention on Europe and were unprepared for a confrontation in the
Pacific.[55]
Like
the veterans movement, the labor movement influenced young people,
such as Ed Jr., to view the war's approach negatively. Trade unionists were not
against corporations making profit. But just as they did not approve of
unfairness to American workers, so many, including John L. Lewis, viewed the golden rule as teaching that it was not right
during the first part of the 20th century for the U.S. military, diplomacy and
foreign aid to be used to battle overseas trade unionism, agrarian reform,
indigenous governments and for strikebreaking and usury in China, Japan,
the Philippines, Guam and Hawaii.[56] Trade unionists quoted Deuteronomy 25:4, "Thou shalt not muzzle the ox that
treadeth out the corn."[57] Both U.S. and foreign workers were
"the cattle that treadeth out the economic corn."[58] Both the American Federation of Labor and the Congress on Industrial Organizations opposed foreign entanglements and wars. As the AFL at its October
1939 convention stated, “The Federation will do everything in its power to have
our government maintain its neutrality in spirit and in act.”[59]
Labor’s
views were voiced in the government by officials such as Harry Dexter White in the Treasury Department. He maintained there were no inherent
conflicts in Asia. If Japan could be assured of raw materials, it preferred to
live in peace with the United States. He was angry at FDR and the special interests led by the
United States Chamber of Commerce, the National Association of Manufacturers
and the National Foreign Trade Council for dragging America into a war to gain what he believed were
minor trade objectives and small national advantages. Typically, in June 1941
he attacked America’s diplomacy for its “Nineteenth century pattern of petty
bargaining with its dependence upon subtle half promises, irritating pin
pricks, excursions into double dealing, and copious pronouncements of good will
altering with vague threats – and all of it veiled in an atmosphere of high
secrecy designed or at least serving chiefly to hide the essential barrenness
of achievement. . . . Where modern diplomacy calls for swift and bold action,
we engage in long drawn out cautious negotiation; where we should talk in term
of billions of dollars, we think in terms of millions; where we should measure
success by the generosity of the government that can best afford it, we measure
it by the sharpness of the bargain driven; where we should be dealing with
all-embracing economic, political and social problems, we discuss minor trade
objectives, or small national advantages; instead of squarely facing realities,
we persist in enjoying costly prejudices; where we should speak openly and
clearly, we engage in protocol, in secret schemes and subtleties.”[60]
From
labor’s perspective it made little difference
whether the Dutch imperialists monopolized the East Indies oil fields or the
Japanese. It was Borneo’s 150 oil wells and their 17,000 tons of
production that was the target of Japanese imperialism, not Pearl Harbor. Their
conquest from the Netherlands gave Japan a source of petroleum after this had
been cut off by FDR’s embargo. For its part the labor movement in Borneo
welcomed the Dutch defeat.[61]
For
many in Ed's generation, the Pearl Harbor attack and the war were not
surprising. For a year prior to the attack they were being mobilized to fight
it.[62] Rank-and-filer John Boeman, who, like
Ed, also served in the Pacific, commented on his lack of surprise and on
Roosevelt's determination to wage war:
No
sudden surge of patriotism, born of surprise at Japanese treachery, could I honestly claim.
Speculation on United States entry into the war had tended from the
"if" to the "when" for at least two years. Since the German invasion of Poland young men had
been leaving our community in increasing numbers to enter the Army or Navy; men
and women had left the farms and small towns in our area to work, at fabulous
wages for those times, in defense factories and
munitions plants. I knew of no secret Red Plan, or Orange Plan, or Rainbow Five Plan, but I knew fairly well
what was printed in our daily newspaper, the Chicago Tribune. On my eighteenth birthday, only days before the attack on
Pearl Harbor, a Tribune article described what it called the President's blueprint
for total war involving ten million American service people on at least two
oceans and three continents. This latest of many Tribune articles purporting to expose President Roosevelt's determination to wage war said the blueprint called for a massive
invasion of Europe by United States troops in July 1943. To me the news from
Pearl Harbor that Sunday simply validated many past assumptions.[63]
Religion. The Terrar’s disappointment with the
older generation and concern for self-interest was not lessened because of
religious beliefs. Ed was a Catholic and Hazel a Methodist.[64] She became a Catholic after she married.
For some people religion meant little more than "consolation." For
others, the Terrars included, it also had political consequences, as embodied in doctrines like the mystical body of
Christ, and the commandments against killing and theft. In their own lives the
golden rule and self-interest were not in conflict. However, they had doubts
that the same could be said about FDR's foreign policy.
Typically,
no matter how much the troops were told it was permitted, many felt killing was wrong.[65] When one of Ed's shipmates shot some
Japanese soldiers who were running along a beach, the shipmate cried tears,
"They did nothing against me."[66] Combatants regularly became sick to
their stomach when killing and afterward had remorse, shame, guilt, flash-backs
and despair. Some even committed suicide. More common were stupor, alcoholism and "anxiety
neurosis."[67] The latter meant being unable to sleep
or having bad dreams when one did sleep. Ed Jr. spent several months on a
psychiatric ward because he was not able to sleep and eat. His weight went
below 100 pounds. Conscience, fear and religion worked independently of the
media and empire builders. Combat led some to have a different feeling
about war and the imperialist forces which incite it that remained with them long
after their service experience.[68]
Much
of the media called World War II a "good war" and Franklin Roosevelt a
moral leader.[69] Not the Terrars. They called the war a
"monstrosity."[70] Their religion did not teach reverence
for politicians, but rather doubt that under such rule, there could be justice,
mercy and peace.[71] The patron saint of Naval careerists,
Alfred Mahan, voiced the imperialist religion about
war being a necessary evil because humanity was imperfect and quoted scriptural
passages such as Romans 13 about government
leaders being sent by God’s providence.[72] In similar fashion religious nationalism
in Japan centered on worship of the sun
goddess. Her advocates, starting with Prime Minister Tojo Hideki, in imitating the British empire,
maintained that Japan and its ruling class were divine and could not lose a
war. They played on the ideals of the youth who were encouraged to sacrifice
their lives.[73]
Religious
nationalism won few believers among working people like the Terrars.[74] They did not equate the kingdom of God with America (or Japan) or its
rulers with God’s anointed. Their religion was reflected both in trade
unionists like John L. Lewis and in agrarian-influenced Republicanism, whose national platforms
attacked corporations for promoting war.[75] Lewis condemned politicians, starting
with FDR, who had never worn a uniform, but wanted to send off the youth to
do their fighting.[76] These leaders, as Lewis put it on
October 25, 1940, were "living in the purple" like the British
landlords.[77] At the expense of the public, they habitually lived beyond their means with yachts, expensive vacations, servants and children in private
schools.[78] Working class opposition to religious
nationalism was also reflected by the American Catholic bishops through the
National Catholic Welfare Conference (NCWC). The NCWC urged neutrality and
opposed peacetime conscription, as in the Burke-Wadsworth Bill.[79]
It was common among
working people to understand America's policy and the origins of the war from a
religious perspective.[80] To expand his knowledge on the subject,
Ed purchased all the books he could find about Asia and packed them in his canvas sea
bag when he left port in San Diego. Some which he discussed with and
recommended to Hazel were Carl Crow's Master
Kung: The Story of Confucius (New York: Harper and Brothers, 1938),
Arminenon Tempski's Born in Paradise
(New York: Duel, Sloan & Pearce, 1940), Wilfred Burchett's Pacific Treasure Island: New Caledonia,
Voyage Through its Land and Wealth, the Story of its People and Past
(Melbourne: F. W. Cheshire, 1941) and On
the Road to Peking.[81] While at sea, Ed and his shipmates subscribed to a number of magazines and newspapers,
listened regularly to radio broadcasts and attended intelligence briefings
offered by the ship's intelligence department on Asian policy and their
role in it. Some studies have maintained that the troops were influenced not by
religion or ideology but by solidarity with their comrades, duty,
self-sacrifice, honor, not wanting to be shamed as cowards, or "manhood
and womanhood."[82] But these influences were compatible with religion and self-interest. They
were part of it.
The
rank and file who saw the war in a religious perspective found America's Asian policy as bringing no benefit. They had nothing invested in
Asia or Hawaii. No matter who ruled, they received no spoils of war. If
anything, as both the agrarians and labor complained in the 1930s, Americans
were paying inflated rates for sugar, pineapple, coconut, petroleum and other
raw materials because corporate monopolies such as the Big Five in Hawaii and their counterparts
in the Philippines and China, dominated transportation, land, labor and crops. For these
corporations Japan's mortal sin was not the attack on Pearl Harbor but the threat to
trade. This threat meant nothing to working people.[83] As Ed's fellow aviator, Jack Swayze, commented, "If
we tried to list the problems and disagreements solved by the war, we would
find it difficult. We should then consider this question: was the war necessary?"[84]
Many
found that their war experience taught them nothing.[85] It was horrible and they did not want to
think about it. They put it behind them and went on with their lives. The Terrars went on with their lives, but they had a
sense of history. They found that understanding the war helped in living life.
They reflected on and shared their experience. This account is part of their
reflection.
For different people World War II started at different
times. For the Germans and Poles, it started
on September 1, 1939, when Germany attacked Poland. The Chinese were fighting as early as September 1931, when their province of
Manchuria was taken by Japan. The U.S. did not become involved, at least in
armed struggle, until late in 1941, when Pearl Harbor was bombed by the Japanese. Ed was not enthusiastic about the war
but, given few alternatives, he wanted to make the best of the situation. For him that seemed to be Navy aviation. His part in the hot war started in October 1943 when he
went to sea aboard the escort carrier U.S.S. Chenango. Hazel never was involved in the hot war
but did serve stateside in the Navy Nurse Corps.
Coffeyville. For Ed, the preparation for the hot war involved a number of steps that he took while
still at home. Ed's family consisted of his parents and two younger sisters.
They lived in a two bedroom, one story house, which expanded to three bedrooms
when Ed's dad obtained his $500 Veterans Bonus in the 1930s. Coffeyville was an industrial town of 12,000 people
with a number of oil refineries, smelters and flower mills, glass and brick
factories, several railroads, including the Missouri-Pacific and the Katy, an airport,
grocery, drug and other retail stores and a National Guard unit. It combined the best of rural and urban living. Ed raised rabbits, his neighbors on
both sides had chickens and the family across the alley had a cow in order to
have fresh milk. At the same time, the town had a high school, from which Ed
graduated on May 27, 1938, with a grade ranking of 66 out of 252 students.[86] The town also had a junior college, a library,
churches, parks, swimming pool, riding stables, tennis courts and golf course.[87]
In
preparation for the service, Ed took advantage of Coffeyville's resources. One of his early steps began on June 6, 1939
when, at age 19, he enlisted as a private, first class in Company B, 114th
troop of the Horse Cavalry, Kansas National Guard. Later in the war that troop was
transformed into Battery B, 127th Field Artillery of the National Guard.[88] Ed enlisted about a year after he had
graduated from Field Kindley Memorial High School. The unit which he joined was a cavalry
outfit. He stayed in the unit about a year until he received a discharge on
November 14, 1940, to go off to Chillicothe Business College in Missouri for four months. He found riding horses once a week to be fun and he was paid for it. In addition the horses were available to take a date out riding. Ed could not remember actually having taken anyone
out, but it was a good thing in theory. The lore which he learned included the
names of the various breeds, such as the quarter horses (13-14 hands), which
were small, good natured, favored by cowhands and good for racing; Morgans
(14-15 hands), which were the horses used by the cavalry and were good for
jumping; and thoroughbreds (15-16 hands), which could be taught the five gaits
(walk, trot, gallop, rack and run).
Looking
back, Ed wrote about the pluses and minuses of his National Guard days:
In the fall of 1938 I was going to
Junior College in Coffeyville and working at the Columbia Drug Store and I joined the National Guard [actually June 6, 1939]. The unit in Coffeyville was the 114th
Troop of the horse cavalry of the Kansas National Guard. The troop drilled
every Monday night - and one could go to the stables and ride whenever he was
so disposed. This was a big inducement to join - because one could not only
ride but one could take a girl friend also. Additionally as a Private I
received $1.25 for each drill attended.
The troop was commanded by a fine
officer - Captain Braum Bentley and there were two Lieutenants - one named Belt and one named
Romig - also fine fellows. The top sergeant and only full time soldier was named
Beeson. He was basically in charge of the horses - which were kept at Forest
Park. The troop met at the Memorial Hall -
unless we were going for a night ride in which case we went to the stables at
the park. I had not been in long when I became the company clerk - mostly
because I could type. I also carried the guidon - a small banner or pennant
with the numerals "114" upon it - when we mounted. Although I finally
became a fairly good horseman - I could take jumps quite good - I managed to
get thrown off one night ride and spent the rest of the night walking through
farmers' fields looking for the horse - which we found a bit after daybreak the
following morning.
One summer [1939] we went to Ft.
Riley for two weeks training - Ft. Riley was in Kansas and was a Calvary station - the regular Army used it as a
principal facility - then called a remount station. The next summer [1940] we
went to Ft. Snelling in Michigan [Minnesota?] for two weeks - and this was a horrible
experience -
it rained almost the entire time we were there - and the mosquitoes were large,
numerous and hungry. Perhaps the worst part was taking care of a horse. Every
night, after having ridden the horse all day in the rain, when we stopped for
the night the first thing that had to be done was to rub down the horse -
having removed the saddle, etc. - then go with a canvas pail and get a
bucketful of oats, which were then hung about his head. Then it was pitch a
tent, and find food -
actually the company cooks did the cooking - and my memory was that it was
pretty good food - probably I was starved by the time we got to eating.[89]
The second step in what became Ed's preparation for the war, after his National Guard activities, was flight training. Ed had gone on his first flight when he was about nine
years old at the Old Parker Airport in Coffeyville. It was a short ride in the ten-passenger,
two-pilot-plus-stewardess "ultra-modern airline" tri-motor Ford. The plane had three propellers. Ten
years later, on October 18, 1939 the Civilian Pilot Training (CPT) program was
instituted as a joint effort of the Coffeyville Junior College and the fixed-base operation at the Coffeyville Municipal Airport
run by Jack Lightstone.[90] Lightstone sold gas and maintained the
hangar.[91] Ed and eight others signed up for the
program. He later recalled that at the time he took the course, he did not
anticipate going into the service or fighting a war. He took the training
because it cost nothing and flying a plane was fun.[92]
Ed
commented on the Civilian Pilot Training program:
I
took this course, which included instruction of about eight hours, then solo
flight and another period of instruction and solo practice till a total
of about 35 hours was accumulated at which point one qualified for a private
pilots license - issued by the Civil Aeronautics Administration. Instruction was in a Piper Cub. Ground school included some navigation,
some instruction about airplane and engine construction and some meteorology.[93]
Ed gave more details of
his initial Coffeyville flight training in another account:
In the first course the training was conducted in a Piper Cub - a small airplane in which there were two people sitting tandem. The plane would take off at about 35 miles-per-hour and cruise at about 50 mph. It was a very simple plane and we learned to solo in it. My recollection is that we had maybe 50-60 hours.[94]
Ed finished up the initial flight training program in
January 1940 and received a private pilot's license. Eighteen months later in
October 1941, having received a discharge from the National Guard, Ed took an advanced flight course
offered by the junior college. By then the draft was looming close. He
recollected:
In the summer of 1941 there was instituted a follow on program of this known as the advanced Civilian Pilot Training Program in which there was about 50 more hours of training in a Waco airplane bi-wing, similar to the N3N used to train Navy students in basic training. I was flying a cross-country flight (required for completion) from Coffeyville to Pittsburgh, Kansas to Miami, Oklahoma and back to Coffeyville on the afternoon of Sunday December 7, 1941. On the leg from Pittsburgh to Miami, I heard on the radio that the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor.[95]
The radio to which Ed was
listening on his December 7, 1941 flight was like a car radio. There was no
two-way radio on the plane.[96]
A
third step in Ed's war-preparation was the enactment of the Selective Service Act on September 16, 1940.[97] A month later on October 16, 1940, some
16 million young men, including 20-year old Ed, appeared at precinct election
boards for registration with the draft. Males between 21 and 36 were put on the
draft rolls. The U.S. would not be at war for another year, but people were
being drafted starting on October 29, 1940.[98] It was only a matter of time before
everyone Ed's age would be in the military. His unit in the National Guard was scheduled to be called to active service on December 23, 1940.[99] Ed's desire not to be a horse soldier,
led him to undertake studies in Missouri in November 1940. That allowed him to
withdraw from his National Guard contract in a respectable way, as he later
explained:
In the fall of 1940 the Congress had passed a draft law. So I had to register. I believe that I had gotten out of the National Guard [on November 14, 1940] when I went off to school [Chillicothe Business College] in the fall of 1940. Even though one had to enlist for some period of time - one could get out early - and Capt. Bentley had no trouble authorizing an early discharge to go to school. By the time it came for me to register for the draft in the early part of 1941 [actually October 16, 1940] I had horrors of having to go back to the Calvary - warlike conditions were such, that there was no doubt that the National Guard would be called to active duty - and it was in 1942 [actually December 23, 1940], I believe, but as a field artillery unit. But I had horrors of going to war in Europe astride a horse - and always having to care for it before I could care for myself. So the experience at Ft. Snelling combined with the Civilian Pilot Training caused me to decide that I wanted to become a military pilot if possible. And because of the relative attractiveness of a ship over the land based units I decided to try for the Navy.[100]
A fourth factor in Ed's war preparation was obtaining his associate of arts degree. This was necessary to
obtain an officer's commission. He had gone to Coffeyville Junior College for two years, starting in the fall of 1938. When he finished in
May 1940, he was three units short of the required 60 credits for the AA
degree. At the time he did not try to obtain the other credits because he did
not think he would need the degree. Eighteen months later, however, in December
1941, he saw the need for the degree. Ed went to the dean, Karl Wilson, and told him the problem. The dean told
him to speak to Mr. Johnson, the band teacher. Ed had been in the
band and had never received academic credit for it. Johnson agreed to give him
credit, which allowed him to obtain his AA degree. It was granted in May 1942.
The
final hurdle in Ed's war preparation involved the physical and character
requirements for joining the pilot program. Physically, Ed was underweight, as he summarized:
I
only had one major problem getting into the Navy -
and that was my weight - the minimum weight was 120 pounds and I weighed about
112 pounds. So after eating fattening foods like Hershey bars, thick milk shakes, and a couple of trips to
Kansas City - where the recruiting base and doctor for the Navy was located - I
finally drank so much water that I was sick and vomited - I finally, according
to the doctor weighed in at 120. And so in early February 1942 I reported to
the Naval Air Station, Kansas City, Kansas for flight training.[101]
In Ed's view either he was
finally 120 pounds or the doctor took pity on him and faked it. The days on
which he went to Kansas City were long. He would leave from Coffeyville at 2:50 a.m. in the
morning and arrive there at 7:10 a.m. It was a four and one-half hour trip. He
would arrive back to Coffeyville at 1:30 a.m. the next morning, sleeping on the
train each way. The cost was $5.00 round trip.
The
Navy had character as well as physical requirements. Three recommendation
letters were required. One of his letters came from Hugh
Powell, the Welsh-American publisher of the Coffeyville
Journal. Working for Mr. Powell as a paperboy
had been one of Ed’s earliest jobs. Another recommender was the Irish-born Fr.
John O’Brien, the pastor at Coffeyville’s Holy Name
parish from 1921 until 1947. According to Maye Terrar, he was not as “refined” or
respected as their former priest, Fr. Peter Tierney. He had a tendency to browbeat money
from the parishioners who often did not have enough to care for their families.
Maye resented this.[102] Ed’s third character reference was from
Carl Edwin Ziegler, Sr., a lawyer who lived in a big house located several blocks from the Terrars.
Carl’s parents had become wealthy through oil and land dealings. Carl was in
the American Legion with Ed Sr. Carl Ziegler Jr. and Ed were friends.
Naval Flight Training. Ed Terrar Jr., age 21 years, joined the Navy reserve on January 12, 1942.[103] This was about a month after the attack
on Pearl Harbor. He did not have to report for duty
until February 1942. When he did report, it was at Fairfax Naval Air Station [NAS] near Kansas City, Kansas.
Prior
to leaving home, his mother, Maye, told him that he would not make it as a
pilot. He ignored her. On a number of big issues in his life, Maye was
similarly negative. For example, a year earlier he had
wanted to attend Kansas University at Lawrence to become a medical doctor. For a short time he did attend. But he
dropped out because he could not earn enough to pay his way. His mother would
not help him. She had talked to Ed's high school German teacher, Miss Georgia Cubine, whose opinion she followed. Maye was
working class but was often deferential to those who were "refined,"
meaning they had money or formal education. Miss Cubine had gone to
Northwestern University and been the captain of the swimming team in 1892. She thought Ed
did not have enough stick-to-itness.[104] Maye controlled the money, not Ed's dad.
That was both a virtue and a vice. In Ed's view, no one could come near Maye in
stretching a buck. This was a virtue in raising a family but when Ed needed
money for college, her fiscal prudence was a vice. She did help with the college education of Ed's two
younger sisters. But this was later and they had more money. The war had proved
profitable for them.
Maye had gone to a business college, where she learned to take short hand,
type and do bookkeeping. After Ed had come back from Lawrence, she helped him
attend Chillicothe Business College at Chillicothe, Missouri, starting in November 1940. He only
attended for four months until he obtained a job back in Coffeyville, but it was enough for him to remove himself from the ranks
of the horse cavalry and for him to learn a bit about double entry bookkeeping.[105] A third time Maye was negative was after
the war. Ed went to law school at night while working a full-time job. Maye said he would not
succeed. He ignored her, graduated and became a member of the District of
Columbia Bar.
The
day before Ed reported at Fairfax for flight training, he took the train to Kansas City. Among the things he carried with him was an American flag
that Ed Sr. gave him. It was the same one that his dad had carried in
World War I and was a foot square when unfolded. Another item he carried was a
black rosary, which was given him by the Knights of Columbus, of which his dad
was a member. Ed carried both in his pocket throughout the war. At Kansas City
the night before reporting for flight training, Ed stayed at the home of Fr.
Herman J. Koch, who was a parish priest there. The
priest was a friend of Ed's sister, Rosemary. He lived in a big house and took Ed out
to dinner. The next morning the priest drove him to the air station. Ed had not
told the recruiting officer that he wore glasses. That would have disqualified him to be
an aviator. Fr. Koch told him to put the glasses in his pocket. Ed did not wear glasses again until he
was 35 years old. He had obtained glasses in the first place because he was
having headaches and did not really need them to see.
At
Fairfax, Ed, along with about 100 others, took
eight hours of flight instruction. The base was known as an "E" base. The
"E" stood for elimination. Ed remembered:
I
had signed up for the V-6 program. At this base, known as an "E"
base, one received eight hours of instruction and then either soloed or did not
solo. If one did not solo, then it was to a boot camp as an apprentice seaman. I soloed.[106]
About
half in Ed's class were cut. Ed maintained in later years that his prior flight training did not give him an edge. He just had a natural talent
for flying. Among those in his February 1942 class who also survived was
Charlie Carpenter of Topeka, Kansas, who had graduated from Washburn University and joined the Navy on December 8, 1941, the day after the Pearl Harbor bombing. Other survivors included Al Moret, a Marine from Springfield, Missouri and
Alfred Lindgren (1920-1987), who grew up on a farm near Salina, Kansas, graduated
from Kansas State University at Manhattan and married his hometown girl friend, Annie. Lindgren was later a builder in Kansas City.
All
except Moret ended up in the same squadron during their year at sea.[107] One of those who washed out was Jay
Hannen. He had been an attorney for a small county in northern Kansas. When he was flying up, he
was always afraid that he would not make it to 500 feet. When he was above 500
feet, he was afraid he would not be able to go down. When he was stationed in
San Diego the following year, he and his wife looked up Ed, who was also there.[108] After the war Jay ended up practicing
law in Denver.
Upon
soloing at Fairfax, seaman second class Terrar advanced to the rank of Naval cadet. He and the other survivors were ready
for basic flight training. The Navy had schools at Corpus Christi, Texas and Pensacola, Florida. There were more recruits than training
classes, so Ed had to wait until May of 1942. The collecting pool for the
classes was at the NAS in New Orleans, Louisiana. At New Orleans Ed did no
flying but he did go to ground school for flying theory. In charge of the cadet
pool was Bobby Pike, who had graduated from the Naval
Academy in 1934. Pike hated the Navy and told the cadets, "You won't
get paid or trained here, but as long as you don't commit treason, you won't
get in trouble. New Orleans is a great place, so enjoy yourself."[109]
Corpus Christi Basic Training:
May-November, 1942. From May 14, until November 14, 1942,
the date he received his commission as an officer, Ed trained at the NAS,
Corpus Christi, Texas. The school at Corpus was a new
facility, having only been opened in 1941 when the demand for pilots started to
boom. Upon entering the training, Ed signed an agreement to serve four years of
active duty. At the same time, he signed an oath to "uphold the
constitution and defend it from its enemies, foreign and domestic." There
were about 100 people in Ed's Flight Class 5A-42-C(C). They included Paul
"P.D." Thompson from Mississippi, Joseph P. "Joe" Sims from Philadelphia, Howard Tuttle (1920-1996) from Cleveland, Bernie Volm from St. Louis who had gone to Westminster College and was Jewish, Burke Martin from Vera, Arkansas, Charley Dickey, Woody Truax, Buddy Beal and Bob Straub, who later went to the University of
Michigan Law School and was general counsel for a railroad. Thompson, Sims, Straub and Tuttle became Ed's squadron mates at sea.[110] Truax and Volm were both killed during
the war. There were many other training groups at Corpus, as new classes started
every two or three weeks.
The
pictures of Ed and his classmates at Corpus were printed in a yearbook put out
by the facility.[111] Several years later in the summer of
1944 the same picture of Ed was published in some newspapers after he was
publicized for his part in the capture of Guam. He commented at the time after seeing
the newspaper clipping that he did not like the picture:
The
picture was a gooney one, wasn't it? It was taken when I was a cadet with nothing much to think about but getting a commission and
scared to death I wouldn't.[112]
If Ed feared he would not obtain a commission, one of his
buddies did not want one. Cadet Burke Martin told Ed at the beginning of their six-month course that he (Burke)
intended to bust it. Burke took the final flight test three or four times and failed it each time. This allowed him
to withdraw from the . With his free pilot's education, he
then obtained a job with Pan American Airways, making twice as much as his Corpus
Christi classmates. He played a game on the government not unlike the game which the government played on young people. The government used the inducement of
aviation to attract youths. They recruited more than were needed. The excess
were cut and used to fill less attractive Naval jobs.[113] In Martin's view, what was good for the
goose (the government's self-interest) was good for the gander (the
rank-and-file's self interest). In 1944 Ed had dinner with Burke several times
in Hawaii and admired his success. Burke was then flying Pan American's San
Francisco to Hawaii run. He received one week off per month and spent two weeks
per month in the states.[114] Years later at the time Pan American
went bankrupt, Martin was its senior pilot. He made the best of the war.
In
basic training the cadets learned to fly three types of planes. First, there
was the N3N, which had fixed landing gear and was
the basic Navy training plane. The second type was the SNV (Navy Vultee) and the third the SNJ, which had retractable landing gear. The
cadets slept in dorms with four people to a room. A typical day consisted of
rising at 5:30 a.m., shaving, showering and breakfasting. By 7:00 a.m. they
would be in the ready room and by 7:00 or 8:00 they would begin flight operations. This would last until 5:00 p.m. when they had dinner.
Naval
pilots kept a log that listed each flight they took. Ed logged 228 hours at Corpus. The first recorded
flight in his Aviator's Flight Log Book
was June 8, 1942 when he flew a NSN3 for 1½ hour.[115] He soloed four days later for 1.3 hours.
Norm Berg, who served on the same ship as Ed, but
a year earlier, mentioned in his account of training that the custom when he
first soloed was for the senior cadet to cut off with scissors the bottom half of his tie. This was then
pinned under the cadet's name on a plaque.[116] Ed did not remember this custom when he
went through.
While
in the service Ed wrote home to his parents regular accounts of his progress.
At Corpus he also made a 78-speed phonograph recording that was several minutes
in length on June 12, 1942.[117] This was a month after the program had
begun and four days after he had made his first flight. His mother kept the recording. In a voice that had more of a southern twang
and higher pitched than later in life, he described the program:
Hello
Folks,
Probably a little surprised to hear my
voice? I am surprised too. A gentleman down here is making these records. So I
thought I would make one for you all.
Been flying a lot lately. I took my
A and B check yesterday - combined check yesterday. Got enough. Felt pretty
good about that. I flew three hours again today. Right now I am in the
acrobatic stage and it is a lot more interesting.
Ground school is a lot more
interesting than it was, at least the last several weeks. Next week we start
navigation and aerial photography and it will be a lot more interesting, a
lot more practical at least. Kind of looking forward, especially navigation
will be very interesting.
I think we have about 365 flying
days here a year. Very warm right now and sultry and radiant humidity in the
air. Outside of it being pretty warm, it is really nice. Get up around 5,000
feet and it feels cool. A nice layer of clouds. Sun does not beat on you too
much.
You know I am losing an awful lot of
hair down here. In fact I have very little left. Very fortunately we wear a
helmet or else I would probably be sunburned on my head. You should see my
nose. It is about the color of a real ripe tomato. Outside of that I am doing
fine. We get plenty of sleep. Food wonderful.
I think [there is] everything conducive
to a healthy atmosphere. Certainly is a very enjoyable atmosphere. I am doing
all right. I'll talk to you.[118]
As mentioned in the phonograph recording, besides flying,
the cadets also had ground school. This included the link trainer, which was a
simulated aircraft cockpit. When the flight controls were moved, the trainer would also move. Among the things
outlined in Ed's ground school class notes was an elaborate chart in his
handwriting of the chain of command, from the president, Franklin D. Roosevelt to the secretary of the Navy, James Forrestal, on down the line.[119] In his notes is also a listing of the
various aircraft carriers and many exercises in navigation using mathematics and geometry.
As
a senior citizen Ed still had the books he had been required to purchase for
ground school. These included Austin Knight's Modern Seamanship, Leland Lovette's Naval Customs, Traditions and Usage and The Bluejackets' Manual: United States Navy. He signed all three with
"EFTerrar, Jr." on the inside cover. Aside from his signature, there
are no other markings or signs of use.[120] Lovette's book still has the price tag
on it, "Ship's Service Store, NVTIIA, $3.55," as does The Bluejackets' Manual, which sold for
$.90.
In
Knight's Modern Seamanship one could
learn the "rules of the road," how to tie knots, define nautical
terms, predict the weather and handle a ship. Lovette's book traced naval
history back to John Paul Jones and the American Revolution. It gave the verses to Anchor's Aweigh and other songs. It had
illustrations of naval battles, instructions on precedence, naval weddings,
toasts at official dinners, and information about the uniform and pay of naval
officers. In the Bluejackets' Manual were lessons on such things as respect for authority, desertion
(resulted in 18 months in prison), theft, inspection, naval clothing, arms and gunnery, signals and gas
masks, types of anchors, steering, electricity, watches underway, ships (Saratoga
and Lexington were 888 feet long), pay incentives ($2 per month extra
for a navy cross), and "the immense help an honorable discharge is to you
in seeking a position later in life."[121] Lovette in Naval Customs advised the cadets that military service was
"quite as moral as any minister's, because morality consists in the conservation of the best interests of
civilization, and you are not seeking your own good, but the ultimate good of
your country."[122]
On
a majority of the days at Corpus after the first month, Ed flew for an hour or
more, as indicated in Table 1-1.
Table 1-1
Ed Terrar's Flight Hours at Basic
Flight Training, Corpus Christie
1942 dual solo flights total cumulative
June 21 36 39 57
July 10 30 32 40 98
Aug. 11 8 11 109
Sept. 20 5 19 25 135
Oct. 1 70 57 77 212
Nov. 15 13 16 228
One day in June 1942 toward the end of the initial phase
of training, Ed did an emergency parachute jump out of his Yellow Peril. He was at 700 feet. He had been told by
his instructor to put the plane into an inverted spin. That is, the aircraft
was put upside down and then placed in stall, which caused it to spin toward the ground. The instructor mistakenly thought Ed had been
told how to free himself from such a situation. Ed bailed out because he
thought they were going to crash. Bailing out of an open cockpit was easy. The
G forces caused by the spin threw him out as soon as he undid the seatbelt.
Because the student sat in the back of the plane, the instructor did not even
know he had exited. Ed later learned that to stop a spin, one pushed the
control stick forward. This forced down the elevator on the tail wing, which
made the nose go down and resulted in increased air speed and an end to the
stall. This was done while neutralizing the rudder by holding even the two foot
pedals that controlled the rudder. Once some speed was obtained, the throttle
could slowly be applied, the stick eased back and the plane leveled off. In
general the Navy taught that the throttle controlled the altitude, position of the
nose and speed of the aircraft.[123] As it turned out, the Yellow Peril was
such a stable aircraft that one could simply let go of the stick and peddle,
and it would come out of the spin on its own. Ed was embarrassed for having
bailed out, when he learned the plane could right itself without the pilot
doing anything. He did not find himself in trouble for bailing out, as no one
had told him what to do about a stall.
One
of the skills Ed learned early in the program, besides freeing himself from a
stall, was landing when the engine lost power. In actual operations in a single
engine plane he never had this problem, but it was something that one had to be
ready for. James Michener, who was not an aviator, claimed to have
taught pilots that when they lost power on takeoff, they should plow in
straight ahead, no matter what was there. If an attempt to turn back to the
airfield or carrier was made, the torque would spin the plane to the port and the
result would be worse than going straight.[124] Ed did not buy this. He was taught to
continue forward only if there was still enough runway to land. If he was at
500 feet, he would do a 90-degree turn and put it down on a cross runway. If he
was at 1,000 feet, he would have enough time to do a 360-degree turn and come
back in.
In
July 1942 Ed flew the SNV and the OS2U-3 and practiced combat and engage-the-enemy flying.
In August and September, 1942 the emphasis was on instrument flying and
continued combat practice. In October and November, 1942 he flew the SNJ-4 and did gunnery, scouting and
instrument practice. Other areas covered were navigation, technical night flying and the Morse
code. The code proved difficult for Ed to learn. Corpus had a swimming pool. In
it the cadets had to learn how to rescue someone that was drowning.
The
instrument flying that Ed practiced during the summer of 1942 allowed him to
fly in overcast, fog, clouds and at night without having an horizon to guide
him. The trick was to believe the instruments, which was not always easy. A
common problem when flying without an horizon was vertigo or dizziness. It became so bad for some that they were dismissed
from school, or, if they became aviators, then terminated from their careers.
It was a problem for Ed, but he kept quiet about it, telling only his pals
Howard Tuttle, P. D. Thompson and perhaps Smiley Morgan. He did not want to be dismissed.
Norman
Berg, in his account of flight school, gave a description of learning instrument flying and
vertigo:
"Watch the altimeter and air
speed indicator - they tell me if I'm flying level and not gaining or losing
altitude. Watch the gyrocompass and the turn and bank indicator to be sure the
airplane is flying straight. Don't chase the rate of climb indicator or the
magnetic compass. They bounce around too much to try and follow. Scan all the
instruments and don't stare at just one.
"Cadet Berg [said the
instructor], give me a one needle width turn to the right to a heading of 045
degrees."
I remembered what I had to do. My
gyrocompass read 275 degrees. I checked it against my magnetic compass.
"OK, concentrate," I told myself, "Start to turn." There
was a small quarter-of-an-inch-wide vertical bar called a needle in the turn
and bank instrument. I started my turn, and I saw the needle in the turn and
bank instrument moved one needle width, about a quarter of an inch to the
right.
Now, stay in the turn until you get
to the compass heading 275. Damn, my air speed is going up. I'm losing
altitude! I have to get the nose up! Too high - now the air speed is dropping!
What's my compass heading? Still losing air speed, better add some power. Shit!
What the hell is happening? I'm getting in trouble. Better stop the turn.
Center the needle. Get the wings level! Get the nose down! There! The air speed
is OK. Altitude, OK.
Damn, I'm still in a turn; I can
feel it! I'm still turning. Vertigo! We were told about this. It has something
to do with the inner ear. I check my instruments. I'm flying level, no turns,
level. Almost lost it. Still feel like I'm in a turn. It's an awful feeling. My
senses are all mixed up. How long does it last? Just watch those instruments.
Norm. Hold on. Don't force the instructor to take over the controls. There,
it's better. I've got it now.
Then I heard my instructor.
"Had a little vertigo, Cadet?"[125]
In late September 1942 as graduation from flight school approached, Ed ordered $400 worth of tailor-made uniforms,
including one green and one blue suit, several white suits and three pairs of
shoes (brown, black and white).[126] "Aviation greens," which were
a work uniform, consisted of dark-green trousers with a khaki shirt, a
dark-green jacket and brown shoes. The Navy and the other services invested
heavily in uniforms and medals. Alvin Kernan, a fellow TBF pilot, commented on this care for appearances, "The Navy liked people to dress well, so it provided a large clothing allowance."[127] Some people joined the military or a
particular branch of service for little more reason than that they liked the
uniform of the recruiting officer and there was a compulsory conscription law.[128] When Ed joined, the uniform meant
little, but he was always serious about appearances.
Opa Locka: November 1942-January 1943. The next step in Ed's training after earning his wings and obtaining
his commission as a naval ensign on November 14, took place at Opa Locka, Florida, which was near
Miami. He traveled with Bob Straub from Corpus to Florida in a 1941 Ford owned by Howard Tuttle. Ed was paid $107 for the 1,500-mile
trip. He reported for duty on November 19. There he did pre-operational and
"type training." This meant he did training in the type of plane that
he would be flying in the Navy. The ensigns were allowed to request the
type of plane they wanted to fly. Ed later said that he had joined the Navy to
fly off a carrier, so he chose torpedo bombers. If there was any glamour in flying
fighters, he maintained he was not aware of it.[129] Some chose to fly multiple engine planes
because they wanted to fly commercially after the war.
Ed
trained in SBCs (Curtis scout bomber) and TBDs (Douglas torpedo bomber) with a focus on bombing, torpedoes,
navigation, tactics and night flight.[130] From November 24 until January 3, 1943
when he finished up in Florida, he flew almost daily, including gunnery
training runs on Christmas day, 1942 and New Years day, 1943. The war was on,
pilots were in demand and there was no time for vacations. Among his
achievements was qualifying for landing aboard an aircraft carrier.
At
Opa Locka Ensign Terrar lived in the Bachelors Officers Quarter (BOQ) and wore khakis. He
made $200 per-month, which was more than twice the monthly $70 he had made as a
clerk at his Oil Country Specialties Co. (OCS) job prior to enlisting. Naval pay was composed of a base
rate to which was added allowances. The flight pay allowance amounted to one-half the base and was given if you were
in the air four hours per-month. To the base was also added an allowance for
food and rent, if you were ashore; an allowance for sea duty, if you
were at sea and an allowance if you were married. While at Opa Locka during
Christmas, 1942, Ed found time to spend some of his new wealth on Mildred, his youngest sister. He sent her a red
Indian cape which he had bought at the House of Elinor in Miami Beach, Florida.
It was a swanky place. Mildred wore the cape to dances and other fancy
occasions for years afterwards.
Ed
was also not so busy that he did not kept up with the progress of the war.
During his six weeks in Florida, things were at a turning point in Europe. The
German Sixth Army under General Friedrich Paulus had reached Stalingrad on the Volga River on August 23, 1942. It
advanced no further. Forced into hand-to-hand fighting in cellars, sewers and
factories, the Soviets, unlike the French and Polish, stood their ground, then counter
attacked on November 19, 1942, the day Ed reported at Opa Locka. The counter attack ended with
three-fourths of the 400,000 German troops dead and the rest surrendering on
February 2, 1943.
By
early January 1943 when Ed completed type training, he and a number of his
fellow ensigns had orders to proceed to California to become part of a squadron
being formed. Another new Naval ensign, Hazel Hogan, also had orders for California.
The war came with no input or invitation from Hazel Hogan. But as with Ed, she took advantage of
it for her own interest. There were no draft laws for women; nevertheless, she joined the Navy Nurse Corps. It meant twice the pay, travel, marriage and was a good thing
to do for the country. She served only nine months, but her
preparation for the service in terms of education and work experience was even
longer than Ed's.
Dalzell, South Carolina.
Hazel was from Sumter, South Carolina. Her dad, Claude Hogan, had died on November 21, 1923 at age
35, leaving six children between the ages of 4 and 14. Claude had run a dairy.
This consisted of some land and a house, which he rented at Green Swamp. This
was on the edge of Sumter. Each day he milked and fed the cows, then covered
his milk route in town in a horse-drawn wagon. On rainy days he would take the
children to school in the covered wagon. After Claude died, the cows and wagon were sold and the
money was put in the Sumter Trust Co. The Trust Company went broke, but every year Claude's
widow, Annie (Jones) Hogan, received a small distribution.[131]
Hazel
was nine years old when her dad died. After trying to hold the family together
for a year on an income of $10 per week, Hazel's mother had to split up the children and
farm them out to relatives.[132] In the fall of 1924 Hazel (age 10) and
her next oldest brother, Robert Edmunds (age 13) were sent to live with their maternal uncle, Charlie
Jones (age 45), and his wife, Clyde (age 34) and their five children: Lorenzo (Ren, age 10), Annie Mae (age 7), Eute (age 5), Lena (age 2) and Allene, who was born that fall. Charlie and
Clyde lived in the country out at Dalzell, South Carolina, which was ten miles
west of Sumter.
Although
Annie Hogan opposed it, Charlie formally adopted Edmunds and Hazel. Annie
wrote in the summer of 1924 about her plans:
Dear Charley
Guess you'll have to take Edmonds
and Hazel. I'm going to work the first of Sept. [1924] at Schartz's [drygoods
store], they're offered me ten a
week, will stay out here the rest of this year then will get rooms or small
house in town maybe by time Claude [the oldest boy] will have a steady job.
Listen Charley don't make me sign a paper until I know just exactly what I will
do. Its an awful thing for a mother to sign away her child. Suppose you or
Clyde should tire of the bargain or suppose I get in position to take care of
them. Its heart breaking to give them up but I fully realize my position and do
appreciate what you and Clyde want to do for me. Will do what I can to keep
them clothed. You won't want Edmunds until school opens. Let him stay with me
until then. Oh! if some way would open up for me to keep these together. I know
Claude would rather you have them than anyone if he could ________
Have asked Lillie [Annie's sister-in-law] to take Rosie for the winter. Guess I'll hear from her in a day or two. Seems
that my whole life and heart is broke. Wonder if I'll ever be contented again.
I'll [?] not to sign a paper you or Clyde would not mistreat my children would
you? I should die if you did and I pray I won't live long enough for them to
condemn me for giving 'em away. I know you can't love them as you do your own,
but just remember they have no daddy and a mother that can't provide for them.
Love
from
Annie[133]
Charlie and Clyde were good people. Annie's concern about them mistreating
her children was unnecessary. What became a seven-year stay at Dalzell was a
happy one for Hazel. At the same time, as Annie had feared, this did not stop
Edmunds, but not Hazel, from blaming her for farming them out. When Edmunds was age 20 and in the Army, he wrote about this to Hazel in the
summer of 1931:
. . . Tell me How is Uncle Charlie
getting along and Aunt Clyde and the rest of the Family? I have a foolish idea
that I may carry out if things do not turn out as I expect them to do in the
army. I might come back and finish school, That is if I can find a place to
stay. I would not worry mother by staying with her. I honestly believe she does
not care anything about me, she may have lots of worry's but in her worry I am
the least. I have found out that you and I were never cared for by her, she
said that she did care for us but that was just to console us. But since I have
heard from her, she constantly raves about Rosie and Claude, as if it interested me. What becomes of
those two does not interest me what so ever. That may be a rather broad
statement and a little harsh, but I mean every word I say. I heard from Rosie
once in three years, that was when I was in Panama then she wanted me to send
her a lot of junk. Since I did not send her anything she would not write
anymore. Little girl I have grown considerably older since you seen me last and
I have learned a lot of things.
I suppose you are tired of this junk
and I will not bore you anymore by writing any further. But just a few words of
advice, please watch your steps; do not do anything that you will regret
in later life, also slow down just a bit.
With
Lots of Love
Edmunds.
. . . . .[134]
Charlie Jones always wanted a place of his own but was never able to achieve it.
He worked as an overseer on a 500-acre farm. His job ran from sun-up to
sun-set. He was often on a horse or in a buggy. He was good at his work, such
as doctoring horses. His neighbors would call the veterinarian only if Charlie
could not fix things up. The Joneses did not drink alcohol except for the wine
they made in season from their grapes. They were Democrats and both voted. They subscribed to The State (Columbia,
South Carolina), the Sumter Daily Item,
the Progressive Farmer (Birmingham, Alabama), the Saturday
Evening Post, and the Ladies Home
Journal, which had a book-length novel in each issue.[135] Hazel had her own subscription to the American Magazine, which was published
by the Crowell-Collier Co. in Springfield, Ohio.
The
Joneses tried to live by the golden rule. Besides their niece and nephew that
they took to raise, they kept two neighborhood widows and their children
supplied with homegrown flower, cornmeal and meat. Six black families worked the farm as sharecroppers, raising cotton, corn, wheat and oats.
The Joneses worked hard to keep both the blacks and the boss happy. When the
blacks ran short, they fell back on the Joneses.[136] The Depression that came in the late 1920s created difficulties. The Wildcat, which was the student newspaper
at Hazel's school joked about it. In an article about a recent election of the 1930-1931
officers of the school's Future Palmetto Farmers Club, it was noted that no
treasurer had to be elected, since the club was as "broke" as all the
other farmers. Hazel's first cousin and adoptive brother, Ren Jones (1914-2002), was a member of the club.[137] Instead of farming, however, he later
followed a military career, becoming a master sergeant in the Air Force. He then
worked nineteen years on the atomic bomb for the Vitro Corporation of America.
Dalzell
had a rural Confederate tradition. Hazel's great grandfathers and those of everyone else
in the neighborhood had been Confederate soldiers. Sumter and Dalzell were the
scene of battle in the last month of the war during "Potter's Raid."[138] Each family had stories about the part
played by their ancestors including the women.[139] At school too, the tradition was
celebrated, often with even more respect than it had been shown by the original
participants. For example, on January 20, 1931, the fifth, sixth and seventh
grade students at Hazel's consolidated school staged a commemoration of
Benjamin Franklin, Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson's birthdays for the entire student body.
Hazel was then a senior. The program in the auditorium included an oral
biography and stories about Lee and Jackson and the singing of "Dixie."[140]
Sometimes
Hazel rode a horse (bareback or with a saddle) named Old Dan. She and her
friends would swim in Ardis' Pond, which was about five miles distant. They
also liked to play basketball in the backyard. They had a homemade hoop attached to a building.
Other outdoor activities were croquet and hide-and-seek. Twice per week the ice
truck came with 100-pound ice blocks, which the Jones covered with sawdust to
keep from melting. It was nice to have iced-tea on a hot day. In-doors the
children played checkers, hearts, and set-back. Some played the piano by ear.
Ren, who had his own dog, enjoyed coon hunting
with some of his classmates in the river swamp. Like his dad, he loved to fish
and later in life had his own boat. Friends of the children would come over in
the winter and spend the night. They would chat in the living room, eat pecans,
play the piano and sleep three to a bed. In the summer while she was in high
school, Hazel worked on Saturdays in a little store up the road from where she lived.
She worked from 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. and made $1. They sold goods such as peas, corn,
canned goods, ribbons, and shoestrings.
In
1906 Hazel's foster mother, Clyde, had lost five of her siblings and her
mother from typhoid fever. Clyde had also came down with it but survived. As a
result she was always careful about keeping the kitchen and food clean. The
Joneses did not have electricity, running water or plumbing. There was a hand
pump in the backyard. It was sometimes the children's job to draw the 3 buckets
of water that were necessary for each meal and that were stored on a shelf in
the kitchen. They also had to bring in the wood that fueled the cook stove. On
the stove was often a pot of hominy grits. The children helped with washing the
dishes and sweeping the floors, including the two porches. The Joneses had a
swept yard, meaning no grass. The sandy soil was raked.
There
were African-Americans like Thelma Mack that would work in the kitchen or do chores for compensation, but
only when they were not working their own places. The black women had spiritual
beliefs and told stories as they worked that sometimes scared the children. Out
in the fields the blacks harmonized as they worked. The music sounded good to the children.
The music was not spirituals but perhaps what they sang at church. One of the blacks, named
Leo, played the piano. When Clyde would go away, Ren, would have Leo come in
the house to play the piano. Another of the blacks was Paris Glover. He later became a judge in Maryland. He received an education on the GI Bill. All of the
Jones children graduated from high school, but college was beyond their means.[141]
The
Joneses lived only a few miles from Hazel's maternal grandparents, "Momma
Jones" (Fannie, 1858-1931) and "Poppa Jones" (Bob Jones, 1854-1935). Momma and
Poppa were first cousins to each other. Their common great grandparents were William Jones (1764-1809) and Ann Beth (Freeman) Jones (1763-1847). For his service in the American Revolutionary War, William received from the government a
60-acre land grant at Dalzell, the same land on which Momma and Poppa raised their
eight children. Each Saturday Charlie, Clyde and the children visited Momma
and Poppa and brought them cooked and uncooked food. They also picked up Momma
and Poppa's dirty laundry and left off the clean laundry that had been taken
the week before. In turn Momma and Poppa would gave, in season, figs, grapes
and pears to their visitors. In the ashes of the fireplace would be roasting
hickory nuts and sweet potatoes. Hazel's younger brother, Hugh, often lived with Momma and Poppa. On
weekends he would come over and stay with the Joneses. Sometimes on a Saturday
afternoon the Joneses would go to town and see a picture show. During the
county fair they would go on carnival rides.
Near
the road on which the Joneses lived was the Horeb Baptist church and the Providence Methodist church. The Joneses were
Methodist. Clyde played the organ for the congregation.[142] Since there were only three or four
families (about 20 people) that came to services at Providence, Rev. Cooke, the preacher, only came every other
Sunday. He lived in a parish house at Rembert, which was 10 miles distant.
Sometimes they would have a communion service. They drank grape juice in a
little cup. They passed a plate for donations. Horeb's minister also came only
on alternative weeks. So the people would go to Providence one week and to
Horeb the next week.[143]
The
paternal side of Hazel's family were Baptists. When she had lived in Sumter
before her dad died, they were members of the Salem Baptist Church. Hazel won a Bible from her Sunday school because she memorized a number of Psalms
and passages from Scripture. These included Psalm
23 (The Lord is My Shepherd), Psalm
24 (The Earth is the Lord's) and Psalm
100 (Make a Joyful Noise unto the Lord).[144] Prayer was not restricted to church.
Before each meal, Charlie would say the following prayer: "Lord make us thankful for
these our blessings which we are about to receive through Christ our Lord.
Amen." There were also daily prayer services at Hazel's school during chapel period.[145]
Hazel
finished elementary school in May 1928. The following year her brother, Edmunds, had a run-in with Charlie and ran away
to Sumter, living with his mother and going to high school for a time. Annie
wrote to Charlie at the time:
Dear
Charlie-
I don't know the real trouble but
Edmunds [age 18?] came to me this morning, said he left last night because you
criticized him so harshly about his report. I am awful sorry it happened for I
do want him to finish school. Says he going to Navy or work. Will do what ever
you advise. Of course I am not going to scold him for its no use for he's only
a child after all and never was hard to control.
I think he will be willing to go
home if you want him.
Annie[146]
Edmunds enlisted in the regular Army on February 18, 1929. One of his
early posts was the Army hospital at Fort Clayton in the Panama Canal Zone.[147]
Unlike
her brother, Hazel stayed on with her aunt and uncle and graduated at age 17
from Hillcrest High School at Dalzell in May 1931. Her class was the first to enter and graduate from
the school, which had been formed from the consolidation of several smaller
rural schools.[148] There were eleven, not twelve grades.
Hazel was president of both her junior and senior class, in which there were
twelve students. She was also president of the 4-H club and a starting forward on the basketball team in her sophomore, junior and senior year. The Wildcats, which
is what the team was called, wore green and white uniforms. Hazel was one of
the leading scorers and her name appeared weekly during basketball season in
game reports in the local newspaper, the State.[149]
In
academics Hazel's grades were average.[150] One of the tasks assigned the students
was to memorize poetry. Because of this, Hazel could still
recite what she learned seventy years later. This included
"September," by Helen Hunt Jackson.[151] There was also "Carry me Back to
Old Virginia" by the 19th-century black minstrel, James Bland.[152] There was "Where Go the
Boats?" written by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894).[153] And there was "What is so Rare as a
Day in June," which was the Prelude to The
Vision of Sir Launfal (1848) by James Russell Lowell (1819-1891).[154]
The
poetry often taught a lesson. For example, The Vision of Sir Launfal was a democratization of the Arthurian
story of the Grail. It began by depicting Launfal, a haughty landlord. The night before he is to begin a quest
for the Holy Grail he has a dream vision in which he sets out on the quest. His
first act is to toss a gold piece scornfully to a beggar. When he returns in
the winter he has been chastened by his own suffering on the quest and shares
his crust of bread with the beggar in a true spirit of charity and brings him a
drink from a stream in a wooden cup. The beggar is transformed into Christ and the bread and wine into his body and blood. The wooden cup is
the Grail that Launfal has sought. Having learned his lesson, he opens his hall
and shares his bounty with anyone who wishes it.[155] Lowell, an abolitionist, was called the
"schoolroom poet" because of his popularity as a school text.
Another
of Hazel's academic assignment was to read books and write reports about them.[156] One of the books upon which
sixteen-year-old Hazel reported was Nathaniel Hawthorne's The
Scarlet Letter, which, according to the report, was written "just
before civil war." Hazel summarized:
Hester Pynne is led
out of the prison and is led on the scaffold before the jearing town people.
Arthur Dimsdale goes on the scaffold and confesses his crime. Then he died.
Hester Prynne in her sorrow realizes she is up for a public example and bears
it all well. This book was very interesting and I liked very much. It gives a
moral lesson and reveals hidden sin.[157]
Besides athletics, politics and academics, another of
Hazel's activities in high school was acting
in the school plays, including The Charm
School, a three act comedy.[158] She was also in the cast of Climb Though the Rocks be Rugged and in
a girls minstrel. In the later she was among those who told jokes about the
local teachers, preachers, doctors and merchants. The participants dressed in
white with black jackets. There were two acts. The school song was sung and the
chorus entertained. The event raised $74 for the athletic association.[159] In another production, the Zader-Gump Wedding Nupituals, portraying
characters from the comic strips, Hazel played Mandy.[160]
When Hazel was in her last semester in high school during the spring of 1931, her friend, Nina Lee McCathern (Moore) came to stay with her. Nina's parents had moved to Woodrow, South Carolina and by staying with Hazel, Nina was able to finish up her schooling at Dalzell.[161] During her last semester, Hazel went to the senior reception with Elias Morris, the brother of her classmate, Lillie Morris. Elias later went to the Citadel. Hazel had bought a long formal dress for the reception with money she saved in the bank.[162] The reception was held on Friday May 8, starting at 8:30 p.m. at the high school.[163] When Hazel's class graduated on May 24, there was an elaborate commencement program.[164] She was voted "Best All-Round Girl," "Most Popular," "Cutest" and "Best Athlete."[165]
Nurse Training: Newport, Rhode Island.
After she graduated, Hazel ended her seven year stay at Charlie
and Clyde's. She went to Sumter and for about a year lived with her mother at
302 Oakland Ave, the apartment above Mr. Walling's main grocery store. Her oldest
brother, 22-year old Claude Hogan (1909-1951), was also in Sumter. He lived at the YMCA and worked
as a plumber's assistant.[166] Sometimes Hazel would fill in for the regular worker at Mr. Veith's clothing store. On weekends she would
work at J. C. Penny's on Main Street. She worked on a commission and sometimes
made less than $1 per day. This was when Herbert Hoover was president. According to Hazel, when he came in, the people
thought he was great. When he left they thought he was bad. Hazel's uncle, Fred
Jones, was a sheriff in St. Andrews, South
Carolina. He would come for a visit on his police motorcycle. Once he took
Hazel and her older sister, 23-year-old Rosie (1908-1993), out to Dalzell to visit their grandfather, Poppa
Jones, on the motorcycle. It was after Momma
Jones had died and he was living by himself. Hazel rode on the back, Rosie on
the front. It was cold. During the summer of 1931 Hazel bought a season
swimming ticket for Pocalla Lake.[167]
By
the time Hazel came to stay with her mother in Sumter, her brother Edmunds had enlisted as a medic in the Army and was stationed at Fort
Adams in Newport, Rhode Island. Hazel's plan when she came to Sumter was to
earn some money and apply to a nurse's training school. Edmunds referred to the
plan in a typewritten letter to her on August 10, 1931:
My
Dearest Sister,
Received your most welcome letter
several days beforehand. Tell the "cockeyed" world I was certainly
glad to hear from you. One thing that I would like to ask of you, when you
write again will you please make your letters a little longer. You get me
interested in the things that you tell me then you have to stop.
By the way, how are you getting
along with your hospitals. Have you been accepted in any yet? Please let me
know how you getting along with your work. You know little sis, I am very
interested in you and what you are doing, but according to my actions I do not
show it. Because if I were interested, you would say that I should write more
often than I do.[168]
Edmunds later wrote Hazel about a nursing program at the
Newport Training School for Nurses, in Newport, Rhode Island. It was
affiliated with the Newport Hospital. He helped her apply to the program and
went to see Ms. Minnie Goodnow (1871-1952), who was the superintendent of nurses there between
1929 and 1935.[169] Hazel was accepted and enrolled in the
program in September 1932. Edmunds and his girl friend, whom he had met while
stationed in Panama, met Hazel at the New York City train station when she came
up from Sumter for the first time. They stayed at a hotel in New York City.
They told the hotel keeper that they were brother and sister, but they were
forced to take separate rooms anyway. That was expensive, as neither had much
money.
There
were 40 students in the three-year program and about 15 in Hazel's class. The
program offered the student-nurses room, board, and an allowance of $8.00 per month. They received standard nursing school courses, such as nutrition and anatomy. Among
the books which Hazel studied and which she still had on her bed-side book
shelf and referred to in her senior years were: Gould's Pocket Pronouncing Medical Dictionary: 40,000 Medical Words
Pronounced and Defined, Diana C. Kimber and Carolyn Gray's Textbook of Anatomy and Physiology,
Arthur Eisenberg and Mabel Huntly's Principles
of Bacteriology in Fifteen Lessons and Florence Anna Ambler's A Textbook of Medical Diseases for Nurses
Including Nursing Care.[170] The later book dealt with topics such as
kidney stones, tuberculosis, leukemia, disinfection, caring for isolated
patients and hypodermic injections. Kimber and Gray's Textbook of Anatomy and some of her other books were well annotated
with Hazel's handwriting.[171]
In
addition to academics, the students received much on-the-job training. They worked 56 hours per week if they were on the day-shift and 72 hours per
week if on the night-shift, which went from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m.[172] They had both a 10:00 p.m. curfew and a
wake-up bell that sounded at 6:15 a.m. The student uniform was changed in 1932 from drab gray to blue with white cuffs and
white pinafore apron. Caps were of the folded type and made by the nurses and
changed monthly.[173] The many hours Hazel spent on her feet
and her tight-fitting shoes gave her a life-long reminder of her training: big
bunions on both her feet.
Soaking, nursing and trimming them was part of her ritual in later life. The
training program was not a bad deal for both Hazel and
the hospital. She always felt she had a good deal of medical knowledge and
never commented negatively on the program in later life.[174]
Among
Hazel's classmates was Mary Estelle Hunt of Woonsocket, Rhode Island. Estelle was the youngest child and
only daughter in a family that included six sons. She had wanted to be a lawyer
but when she was seventeen, her dad died. She had no money, so she could not go
to college. She along with four other graduates from her high school went into
the Newport nurses training program. Later, she became the Godmother of Hazel's
first child and a life-long friend. A second friend was Elsie Moore, who was a fellow southerner. Elsie had
graduated from college before going into training and roomed with Estelle. Mary
Carpener was another friend.
After graduating, classmate Stephanie "Stackie" Stack (d. 2000) married a professor of psychology, Phil Krawiec. Years later in the 1960s and 1970s
Stackie and her husband would come from New York and visit Hazel and her family
in Washington, D.C. and vice versa.[175]
The
training program lasted through the summer. Newport was on the ocean and the
hospital was only a few blocks from the beach. Sometimes Hazel and her friends
would go swimming. Estelle was a Catholic, as were some of the others. Hazel
frequently went to the local Catholic church with Estelle on Sunday and liked it. People often mistook Hazel for Estelle and vice
versa. Once in their probationary period, which was the first six months, Ms.
Marie Rayworth, the operating room (EOR) supervisor became mad at Estelle. She
met Estelle on the second floor of the hospital and accused her of leaving a
mess on the first floor. Estelle denied it, but Ms. Rayworth marched her to the first floor. As they were arriving, they saw
Hazel bringing a mop to clean up the mess. Hazel had been the one that dropped
a half-gallon jar of mineral oil. Ms. Rayworth apologized to Estelle.[176]
In June 1935, three years
after entering the training program, 21-year-old Hazel graduated and was given
a diploma. Ed commented at a later time that Hazel did not seem ambitious but the fact that she did not marry right out of high school and
went into one of the few professions opened to her where money was not needed
for an education, indicated that she was thinking ahead.[177] She made the best of things. After graduating she went back to Sumter, because there
were no jobs in Newport. Half the nurses in Newport had no jobs during the
Depression.[178] However, Hazel's friend, Estelle Hunt,
did manage to stay and work at Newport Hospital.
Nursing at the University of Michigan
Hospital: 1936-1942. In December 1935 Estelle found out there were jobs at the
University of Michigan Hospital in Ann Arbor and that it was also possible to go to college there.
She notified Hazel. As a result both of them went to work at the University of
Michigan Hospital in January 1936. They roomed together at a campus dorm near
the hospital. Later they lived at a big two-story house at 200 Forrest Avenue
along with 12 other graduates. The residence was right across from the tennis
courts. Hazel made $120 per-month plus she received room and board. As at Newport, Estelle
and Hazel were frequently mistaken for each other. Once a supervisor told them
to appear before her together, so she could figure out who was who.
Normally
the nurses rotated from department to department at the hospital. But Hazel
worked mainly on the tuberculosis ward, which was on the 8th floor. This was because the patients
stayed there for longer terms and became attached to her and were advocates for her not being rotated. The attachment resulted from her giving
good care, and being kind and understanding to them.[179] Also keeping Hazel on the TB ward was
Dr. John Alexander (1891-1954), a surgeon. He had a national reputation and was
influential at the hospital.[180] In 1926 he had come to the University of
Michigan where, in conjunction with the Michigan State Sanitarium at Howell, he
initiated the first lung surgery program in the country.[181] By the mid-1930s when Hazel went to
Michigan, Alexander had a team that trained new surgeons during their
internship and residency. A resident would perform 300 to 500 operations per
year and act as first assistant in twice that number.[182] This was the period when several new
drugs were coming into use, including penicillin, which was discovered in 1929
and the sulfonamides (sulfadiazine), which cured and prevented infections by
streptococci, meningococci, gonococci and other pathogenic bacteria.
Nevertheless, tuberculosis was still a leading cause of death and feared as
much as cancer is today. Recovery was not certain and death was common.[183]
After
she had been nursing at Michigan for a year and one-half, Hazel enrolled as a
part-time student in September 1937 at the University of Michigan. In this she
followed the lead of Estelle. They sought a bachelors degree in public health
through the School of Education. School cost $75 per-semester for out-of-state
students and $55 for in-state. At the hospital, there were three shifts.
Estelle and perhaps Hazel worked the 3:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m. shift. This allowed them to go to classes.
They also frequently worked on weekends. The school of education gave Hazel
advanced standing, that is, thirty credits toward a bachelors based on the
classes and hospital training she had taken at Newport. At the School of
Education Hazel took "Principles of Public Health" and "Public
Health Law." However, her heart and mind were not on school. She used her
free time to date and have a good time. She failed the "Principles"
course and received an incomplete in the law course. In February 1938 she was
put on probation and took no more courses.[184] Estelle, however, finished with a
certificate in public health.
Besides Estelle, Hazel had a number of other friends at Michigan with whom
in later years she kept up with by Christmas cards and visits. They included
Margaret "Ham" Hamlin, who married George Phillips, a doctor of pharmacy; Agnes
Smith from Hastings, Michigan; Marge Carstens, Jolia Dick, Josephine "Jo" Threlkeld, Dr. Walt Work of Ann Arbor and later of San Francisco, and Dr. Kyril B. and Joy Conger, who later lived at Gladenyne, Pa. Her
friend Ida "Bonnie" Bignatti later married Bert Webb (1917-1989) and had five children. Vicki
Kolenic from Muskeegn Heights, Michigan dated a doctor for a long while,
but they did not marry. Hazel roomed with Dorothy "Dot" Brawner, who later married Dan Brawner, a career
Air Force officer. Harriet Moore (Shapiro) in later years lived in the same Leisure World community at Silver
Spring, Maryland, at which Ed and Hazel lived.[185]
In
her spare time, Hazel liked to go to the movies and play golf. One time while
riding a bike, she broke her ankle. For a time she and Estelle took
horseback-riding lessons together. That meant learning how to put a horse through
its five gaits. Estelle remembered that sometimes they would drink beer from a bucket. Occasionally Hazel went to mass with Estelle. Hazel
was also fond of dressing well, going shopping and keeping up appearances. She made good money; it did not end up
in a savings account.
In
1937 Estelle and Hazel bought a Chevrolet for $600 from a housemate that had married. That is, they took
over the payments on the car, which were $25 per month. The car was eight
months old. In August 1937 they vacationed together in their Chevrolet to Sumter. On the way South they gave
a ride in West Virginia to an old working man in overalls with a big mustache
who was hitchhiking. He kept them entertained while he was with them. Estelle
took a picture of him and Hazel standing by the roadside where they dropped him
off. Estelle did not like having her picture taken. In North Carolina they
stopped and Hazel had her picture taken with some black children along the
road. While at Sumter they visited and toured. This included taking Hazel's
mother, Annie, age 53, and her aunt, Lizzie (Bess Jones) Troublefield, down to
the beach at Charleston. On the way they went to a tobacco auction at Lake
City, South Carolina. Hazel had a paternal aunt, Caro Spann, in Lake City. Lizzie wore a poka dot
jumpsuit and straw hat. While in Sumter, they also went swimming in the hot
springs at Poinsetta Park.[186]
Annie was managing a corner grocery store on Liberty Street for Mr.
Wilbur Walling. She did this from 1930 until her death
in 1950. She was thin, lively and a heavy smoker. Her eyes were so brown that
they were almost black. She was proud of being able to manage a store and did a
good job at it. She called Hazel and Estelle, who were both 23 years old, the two
princesses. Estelle maintained that Annie did not like Catholics and Northerners. Nevertheless, they were both thin and
of the same stature and got along well. Each Sunday Annie made sure Estelle
went to mass.[187] Lizzie Troublefield was more heavy set.
Annie was still in the apartment above Mr. Walling's main store at 302 Oakland
Avenue. Lizzie also lived there and "kept house." Lizzie's husband,
James Mclurin "Max" Troublefield (1875-1933) had been a housepainter and an alcoholic. He had died
a few years earlier.[188] There was room there for Hazel and
Estelle when they visited.
Hazel and Estelle also
went out to Dalzell to visit her aunt and uncle, Clyde and Charlie Jones. At the same time they visited Hazel's great uncle, Harry
Jones, who was a half-brother to her grandfather, Poppa Jones.[189] Harry wanted them to take him to the
bootleggers to obtain corn whiskey that was sold in quart jars. Estelle
remembered that on one of their evenings in Sumter, Mr. Walling took Hazel and herself out and made them high on liquor. Annie and Lizzie were mad at Mr.
Walling for doing this. Lizzie asked Estelle if she had a fuzzy tongue or some
such expression for a hangover.[190]
The
war brought big changes for the country, for Hazel and for her
friends. A number of Michigan nurses went to work at an aircraft plant near Ann Arbor because of the good wages. In 1940 Estelle took a job with the
visiting nurses in Detroit and left Ann Arbor. In 1943 Estelle joined the Army and went to Europe. After the war she finished up
her schooling at the University of Minnesota on the G.I. Bill and made a career in the Public Health Service.[191] After Estelle left Ann Arbor, Hazel's
roommate became Bonnie Bignatti.
The
government made a considerable effort to recruit nurses into the armed
services. Hazel had done well at Michigan but had no roots there. She was like
Millicent Linsen, who joined the military in February 1943. Linsen's biographer
wrote of her reasons for joining:
I think she signed out of a combination of duty to her country, a quest for adventure
and, being 29 and still single (having watched most of her friends get
married), she was feeling a need to change her life. In any case, she always
referred fondly to being in the service and of some of the friendships she made
and kept for years afterwards.[192]
For some nurses the war offered little in the way of
self-interest. Fifty years later, Estelle Hunt still could not talk about it
and would cry when reminded of it. European and Asian nurses on the front line
had similar experiences. Tsuruko Matsuda was Hazel's age. She was from Hokkaido
province in Japan, learned nursing at a three-year training school, and worked
in a state hospital in Manchuria.[193] When dieing, she noted that the young
combat casualties called for their mothers, not for the emperor, God or country. She started the war
with patriotism, but by the end, she found herself agreeing with the soldiers.
Mothers, not emperors, cared about children. She concluded that laboring people
had no self-interest in imperialist wars. For Hazel, however, the war was not harsh; it
meant joining the Navy, travel to California, marriage and motherhood.
Ed and Hazel both came to California in early 1943. After
completing his training in Florida, Ed had orders to join one of the many
newly-forming escort-scouting squadrons and make final preparations for going to sea and engaging in military operations.
Coffeyville, North
Island and Alameda: January-March 1943. Ed was given a week between leaving
Miami on January 7, 1943 and reporting to the NAS at North Island, San Diego, California on January 14. He flew to
Kansas City and visited his family for several days at Coffeyville. One of the spots he went to while at
home was the Columbia Drug Store, where he had worked as a soda jerk and
carhop. Someone took a picture of him in uniform in the store. He also visited
his friend Carl Ziegler, Jr. and Carl Jr.'s father, who was a
lawyer in town.[194]
When
his quick visit home ended, Ed took the train from Kansas City to San Diego. Because it was on the Pacific Ocean, San Diego
during the war was security conscious. Navy aviator Frederick Mears described how San Diego,
along with Coronado and North Island, which were also part of the town, had been
transformed in the week following the Pearl Harbor bombing:
The next night, December 8,
Lieutenant Gil Schlendering of the Marine Corps and I came out of the movies in San Diego and strolled up to the
cocktail lounge of a hotel overlooking the city for a beer before going to bed.
We were tasting our drinks and listening to the gowned entertainer tinkling the
keys of the piano with "Harbor Lights" when the lights suddenly went
out.
San Diego was undergoing its first
blackout. The presence of fifty or sixty unidentified planes in the San
Francisco area a few hours
earlier was the reason.
The bartender lit candles and set
them on the bar. In the flickering darkness we looked out over the city and saw
the lights blink out in groups and one by one. It was impressive to see a great
community in our country succumbing to the dark mantle of war for the first
time. To Gil and me it was exciting, too. We peered out the window and almost
hoped to hear the sirens wail and the dull "whoompf" of bombs to
complete the picture we had seen so many times in the movies.
We noticed also that many lights did
not go out, in particular a large neon sign about two blocks down the street.
The blackout was only partial and hence relatively ineffective.
During the first week of the war
there were feverish preparations both on station and in San Diego to meet any
wartime actuality which might develop. On the station, the windows of the
hangars and of most of the buildings in use at night were given a coat of black
paint as a permanent way of preventing light escaping during the blackout.
Sailors and Marines busied themselves digging zigzag trenches about four feet
deep to be used as bomb shelters, and these made jagged scars all over the
base. Circular anti-aircraft pits protected by sandbags and housing .50-caliber
machine guns were dug at intervals around the field. Sentries on the alert
challenged constantly, especially at night. The training planes were scattered
around the edge of the field about 300 feet apart, and the regular service
planes were chocked in dirt revetments to shield them from bomb splinters.[195]
By the time Ed arrived in San Diego a
year after the Pearl Harbor bombing, the town was even more militarized, if not as
apprehensive about an immediate attack. Ed was initially assigned for a month
to the carrier qualification unit
at North Island. On January 15, 1943 he filed a
"Confidential Data Sheet" which gave instructions on what he wished
to have done upon his death. It was similar to the one he had done
upon entering basic training at Corpus Christi. He requested that his personal
effects be returned to his father, E. L. Terrar, 312 W. 4th St., Coffeyville.
Under life insurance data he listed a policy by the Veteran Affairs for
$10,000. The beneficiary was E. L. Terrar. The location of the policy was unknown.
He was requested to list two officers "in this vicinity in order of
preference who you wish to inventory your effects." They were his buddies,
"B. H. Volm, Jr. and H. M. Tuttle," both Ens. A(V)-N USNR. Bernie
Volm himself had his effects inventoried the following year. He crashed in the
Atlantic. He was practicing dive-bombing on March 19, 1944, went too low and
was not able to pull out before hitting the water. He left a widow, Gerry. She had previously been widowed twice
by two other Naval aviators. They had both been killed. She had a small son by
one of them. Making the best of the war was not easy for her and her son.
Ed's
first West Coast flight was on January 19, 1943 when he soloed in an SNJ. On
January 26 he re-qualified on carrier landings aboard the U.S.S. Long Island in an SNJ. There was a printed checklist of tasks
that had to be done on each takeoff and landing, which was posted in the
cockpit of each plane. For years after the war, when Ed could not go to sleep at night, instead of counting sheep, he would go through the
checklist for landing on a carrier. It included eight or ten items, such as
turning off arming device, wheels down, flaps down, full-rich gas mixture, full
pitch on the propeller, hook down and flaps open to cool the engine, if over
200 degrees. The list for carrier takeoff included full-rich gas mixture, pitch
full-high, flaps down and, on the older planes, choke the air.
On
February 16 after a month at North Island, Ed reported to the NAS at Alameda, which was about five miles across the
bay from San Francisco.[196] Alameda was where Air Group VC-35 was
being formed in February 1943. The "C" in "VC 35" stood for
composite. The air group had three components: a torpedo squadron (VT-35), a
fighter squadron (VF-35) and a dive-bomber squadron. The torpedo squadron had nine
TBF model planes. The dive bombers had nine SBDs or scouts and the fighters had eighteen
F6Fs. Remembering back, Ed stated in 1969
that Squadron 35 had about 32 planes, with 65 pilots and 100 enlisted people,
such as mechanics for the airplane motor, for the air frame and for the
electrical system, plane handlers, gunnery people to load the ammunition,
yeomen to do the paper work, supply personnel to obtain the parts, and several
pay masters.[197]
While
at Alameda, Ed attended mass regularly, as he tried to do wherever he was stationed. Masses there
on Sunday were at 7:00 and 8:45 a.m. Later at sea there was no priest; so going
to mass was less regular. Besides a church, Alameda had an Officer's ("O") Club with a swimming
pool, tennis courts and dining room. The base also had a library and nightly
movies for 10 cents admission. There was a ferry between the base and San
Francisco that operated seven times per day.[198]
At
Alameda Ed met Corwin F. "Smiley" Morgan from Pensacola and Andy Divine. He served with both during his year at
sea. Smiley and Andy had already seen duty in Torpedo Squadron-8 under Admiral William F. "Bull" Halsey (1882-1959). They were among those sent as replacements to that
squadron after the battles at Midway and Guadalcanal. The Battle of Midway in the Central
Pacific was in June 1942. Of the original Torpedo Squadron-8, a total of nine
TBDs and nine pilots were shot down. Only aviator John Gay survived. The Battle of Guadalcanal was in the Solomon Islands of the South Pacific between August 1942 and February 1943.
Smiley
told how at Guadalcanal the squadron had been short on bombs and long on bottles of beer. They would fly to Rabaul, which was
in Japanese hands and bomb the beach with empty green beer bottles. Coming
down, the bottles whistled like bombs and may have scared a
few Japs to death but were otherwise harmless. The squadron was also short of
gasoline, unlike the Army Air Corps, which had plenty of fuel for its P-40s. Smiley recalled one adventure in which
he and Andy stole one of the P-40s. They had to run quickly to the plane before the
ground crew realized what was happening. That meant they carried no parachutes.
While Andy piloted, Smiley removed the chocks from the wheels and they were
off. It was a liquid-cooled engine. While they were flying it, the plane became
damaged by anti-aircraft fire or, more likely, by incorrect flying and the
engine froze up. They made an emergency landing along the beach. On the way down, Smiley put down the
wheels. After it touched down, it flipped nose first into the sand and onto its
back. If they had left the wheels up, they would have skidded to a stop. Smiley
stayed in the Navy after the war and retired from it. Later he sold insurance.
Andy survived the war but he and his wife, Sara were killed in a traffic
accident in Fresno, California. They were broadsided at an intersection.
Others
in the squadron whom Ed met for the first time at Alameda were Robert C.
"Creepy" Flint, Steve Mandarich, Sam Dalzell, Dan Miller, Ed "Sonny" Simpson, Emmet A. Shaw, who was shot down at Leyte, but survived, and Lt. Harold B.
Thornburg. Creepy Flint (1914-1986), the torpedo
squadron commander, was from Lawrence, Kansas. He had graduated from Kansas
University in 1937, where his father taught journalism.[199] In Ed's opinion, Creepy was the best
pilot he ever met, but he hated the Navy. On the day in July 1943 when he made
lieutenant commander, Creepy invited his comrades to go to
San Diego to get drunk. That evening he was arrested for being
drunk and out of uniform. Later, after being at sea for a number of months and
hating it, he came up with a scheme to get himself back to shore. While landing
after being out on patrol, he shot up the deck. He had arranged to be the first one to land, so no
one was hurt. He claimed he had forgot to set the safety catch on his wing gun.
However, he had earlier told some of the men what he was up to. In his view he
made the best of things by getting himself kicked off the carrier. After the war he obtained a franchise in Seal
Beach, California to sell ready-mix concrete in bags. By the mid-1960s he was
living in Las Vegas. He died at Riverside, California.
Ed
"Sonny" Simpson was a fighter pilot. He graduated from Rutgers University in 1937 and began to work with his dad in the construction
business in New Jersey. In January 1940 he enlisted and went to the Naval Air
Station at Pensacola, Florida where he earned his wings. He then became a
flight instructor until going to sea. After squadron commander Creepy Flint
withdrew himself from the war, Sonny took over as the squadron commander. While
flying was dangerous, death was not something that often entered Sonny’s mind. Unlike being a
soldier on the ground, "Flying was clean cut. If you crash, you're gone. If you land
in the Pacific and they don't find you, you're gone."[200]
Steve
Mandarich (1911-2001) was the air group commander. He had graduated from the
Naval Academy in 1933. The government had no money to give everyone a job, so those in the lower half of the
class, including Steve, ended up civilians. In 1938 however, with the
government preparing for war, those that had graduated from the academy were
offered commissions. Steve took flight training. In the early part of the war
he flew from the carrier Wasp in the Atlantic. Steve was the air group commander only briefly.
By the time Ed went to sea in October 1943, Mandarich was commanding another
air group, which was stationed on the carrier Lexington. Steve received the Distinguished Flying Cross and three
awards of the Air Medal. After the war he stayed in the Navy, serving in the
Korean War, and became a rear admiral. He lived in Washington D.C. in the late
1950s where Ed sometimes saw him. One of his assignments was as chief of staff to Admiral Richard E. Bird's arctic expedition in 1956.[201]
Lt.
Harold B. Thornburg was the medical doctor (flight surgeon) for the squadron. He was born
in Rochester, Indiana. His father, who was also a doctor, moved to Santa
Monica, California. Harold graduated from the Southern California School of Medicine several years prior to joining the
squadron. He was married with two sons and a daughter on the way. Ed did not
think much of him as a doctor.[202] There was often little for Dr. Thornburg
to do. So he liked to go as a joy-riding passenger in the planes. Eventually he
was killed doing this in a plane flown by James B. Gladney of Columbia, Tennessee that was shot down. Ed later said that
Thornburg had no business being in a plane and had refused his requests to be a
passenger. Ed's logbook recorded, however, that Thornburg was a passenger with
him on one occasion, August 10, 1943.[203]
Speaking
of death, Ed had a close call at Alameda. His
assignment upon being sent to California was to pilot torpedo bombers. The
newest torpedo bomber was the TBF (made by Grumman) and, a little later, the TBM (made by Martin). They were about the same, with the TBM having
some improvements. By early 1943 the first copies of the TBF had already been
distributed to the front line air groups. But Ed had never seen one. He was
talking with a pilot friend from another squadron one Saturday evening in
February 1943. The pilot told him that his squadron had a TBF. He said it would
be OK for Ed to fly it the next morning.
After
mass that morning, Ed took off alone in the TBF without a crew or check
out. One of the new instruments in the plane was a radar altimeter. He pushed a
button and it told him how far above the ground he was. There were clouds. To
test out the instruments he flew into them. It was in the clouds that his
troubles began. He descended to get out of the clouds. The altimeter said he
was at 200 feet, but there were still clouds. He could not go any lower because
there were mountains all around Alameda and it was dangerous. He flew to a
dozen different spots to remove himself from the clouds. But each time, the
altimeter said he was down to 200 feet above the ground and there were still
clouds.
So
he decided to fly southwest for an hour, which he knew would put him over the
ocean. He could then safely go down to fifty feet, fly back east at fifty feet
until he arrived at the coast, fly under the Golden Gate Bridge and on over to Alameda. However, one of the anomalies of
flying around the Bay area, of which Ed was ignorant, was that because of ore
in the ground, the compass deviated considerably from true north.
Ed
flew out over the Pacific, came out of the clouds at fifty feet, flew back to
the coast, turned left and started looking for the Golden Gate. He flew until
almost 4:00 p.m. He was running low on fuel. He decided that if he did not find
the Golden Gate by 4:00 p.m. he would fly to 10,000 feet and parachute. Just
about this time he spotted what turned out to be Point Arena lighthouse at
Point Arena, California. There was no level place to
put the plane down except the short cliff area above the sea where the
lighthouse stood. Ed came in very slow, landed and put the nose into the ground
to keep from rolling off cliff into the sea. It ruined the propeller and shaft.
The plane had to be taken off in a boat. Ed had missed the Golden Gate because,
instead of flying southwest, he had been 17 degrees off, due to the anomaly in
the compass reading. When he flew back to the coast, he had not been flying due
east but 70 degrees north. This resulted in arriving back to the coast north of
the Golden Gate.
Looking
back, Ed said, "God was with me." Had he found the Golden Gate, he would have
flown under it. This was because to fly over it would have put him back into
the clouds. But flying under the bridge was dangerous because he could not see
the stanchions that supported it. Had he found the bridge, he would probably
have crashed into a stanchion.
The
commander of fleet air at Alameda was Admiral William K. Harrill (1892-1962), a 1906 graduate of the Naval Academy. He was mad over Ed's TBF incident. A
week earlier one of Harrill's pilots had been flying over a racetrack and
circled to see the races. He crashed and was killed. It was bad for the admiral's record to
have pilots needlessly being killed. The admiral put Ed under house arrest. A Marine was assigned to follow him
everywhere he went, except when flying. Eventually, Ed became tired of this. He
was going with a woman at the time whose father was both a lawyer and retired
Navy captain. Ed had met her at a tea dance, which was put on for the officers
on Sunday. The dances were a chance for those that were far from home to have a social
life.
The
lawyer told Ed what he already knew. He had been within his rights in
taking the plane up and doing what he did. The admiral could do nothing.[204] So Ed went to the admiral and confronted him: either give him a court-martial or end the house arrest. The admiral was outraged and ordered Ed
out of his office. But by the time Ed arrived back to the BOQ, the Marine had been called off. The
admiral also said he would write a negative fitness report. But that was an idle threat, as only
Ed's immediate commander was allowed to file a fitness report. Ed was not one
for allowing himself to be pushed around.[205]
TBF: Torpedo Bomber. Ed's squadron obtained their own TBFs in early March 1943. On Mar. 7, Ed's Flight Log first recorded him flying it.
The TBF was the biggest carrier plane ever made. It could cruise at 250 knots
for 8 hours and reach altitudes of 13,000 feet. Its single propeller was 13 feet
in length. Norman Berg, who flew the TBF, described its size:
It was almost 18
feet from the top of the cockpit to the ground. The wingspan was 54 feet 2
inches and had a gross weight of 15,905 pounds. I can still recall my thoughts
as I walked up to the TBF-1 for my first flight: This bird is too damn big to
fly off a carrier. It turned out to be a wonderful airplane - very stable in
flight, plenty of power with a 1,700 hp engine. It stalled at about 60 knots,
with no tendency to fall off on one wing. When it stalled, the nose would just
drop straight down and immediately pick up air speed again. It was really a joy
to fly.[206]
The TBF crew consisted of a pilot, turret gunner who sat at the top middle
of the plane, and tunnel gunner who sat below. When the TBFs eventually
obtained radar, the tunnel gunner was the one that worked it, although the
pilot also had a monitor. For the mere flying of the plane only the pilot was
needed and sometimes Ed soloed in it. Besides the turret and rear guns, there
were also wing guns, which were controlled by the pilot. They were the only
ones that shot forward.
The
function of the TBF was torpedoing and bombing. It could carry a single
2,300-pound torpedo under its fuselage or bombs of various sizes: a single
2,000-pound bomb, or two 500-pound bombs or ten 100-pound bombs. The torpedo
and bombs were dropped from heights of 2,000 to 3,000 feet. The torpedoes were used against ships and the bombs against land targets. During
training the warheads had only sand in them, but the torpedoes always had a
motor, which propelled them once they were dropped into the sea. Ed piloted 13
hours in February 1943 and 17 hours in March. Among the skills he worked on were navigation, gunnery and tactics.
While
Ed was at Alameda, Edward "Butch" O'Hare (1914-1943) was one of the celebrities that was there. O'Hare had
graduated from the Naval Academy and become an
aviator. On February 22, 1942 he had shot down five Japanese bombers that were
on their way to attack the carrier Lexington.
For this he received the Congressional Medal of Honor and toured the country
selling war bonds from early 1942 until the middle of 1943. He went back to sea as a
lieutenant commander and skipper of a squadron in October 1943 at the same time
that Ed first went to sea. He died soon after on the night of November 27, while helping to cover the
landings in the Gilbert Islands. Ed also helped cover the landings.
O'Hare received the Naval Cross posthumously and Chicago's principal airport was named after him.[207]
Ed
had enough free time at Alameda that he volunteered several times to ferry
planes up to the NAS at Whidbey Island near Seattle, Washington. He did this to increase his
flight time, as planes to fly were in short supply. Once on the way up, he came
out of the clouds near Mt. Rainier and saw someone driving a car on a road high up on the mountain
who was at Ed's level. Ed and the car driver waved at each other. On the way
back from Whidbey Island, the ferry pilots would hitch a ride in DC-3s. On one trip Ed was in a hurry to come
back to see a girl friend or attend to some squadron matter. He was told a
flight was just leaving. He ran out to the plane just as it was closing its
doors. There were about six others in the passenger compartment that seated
thirty-six. They were soon at 11,000 feet and the passengers were cold.
Normally a plane did not go higher than 5,000 feet on the Whidbey
Island-Alameda run. Ed went up to the flight deck and found a short young pilot
with his feet on the console and the autopilot doing the flying. Ed asked where
was the co-pilot. The pilot said there was none, as they were short-handed. Ed
asked why they were at 11,000 feet. The pilot said he feared hitting something.
He only had 165 hours of flight time and had landed a DC-3 only twice. Ed had
twice as much flight time and volunteered to co-pilot. He took the plane down
to a more comfortable 5,000 feet and landed it at Alameda. Ed's thinking was
that if they were going to crash, he would prefer that he did it.[208]
El Centro: April 1943. In early April 1943, Ed and the newly constituted Air Group VC-35 moved to southern California where they continued to
practice. Others joined the air group at this time, including a number of
gunners, radar operators, navigators and mechanists. Each plane had its own
crew. For example, on April 26, Clark "Dutch" Schoonmaker from Winsted, Connecticut took his first ride with Ed.[209] Dutch and Ed stayed together during the
air group's up-coming yearlong cruise. Dutch's rating was aviation machinist
mate second class but he was a turret gunner while on the Chenango. Ed addressed him by his last name,
"Schoonmaker," and he addressed Ed as "Mr. Terrar." After
the war they used first names. Other new air group members included Richard
Stagno, Sr. from Louisiana. He was part of the
crew that was piloted by Joe Sims. Anthony "Tony" Hernandez and Don Starks crewed
the plane piloted by Smiley Morgan. Tony operated the radio and Don was a
turret gunner. Ed was often the wingman for their plane.
For
a short time after arriving in southern California, the air group was at North
Island in San Diego and worked on navigation, bombing and tactics. On April 15
they went to the desert (Imperial Valley) about 130 miles east of San Diego for a week of bombing
practice. While there they were stationed at the NAS in El Centro. The
following month, the El Centro base was transformed into a Marine Corps Auxiliary
Air Station (MCAS). It was hot at El Centro: above 100 degrees at night and
sometimes reaching 124 degrees during the day. It was also fertile, with the
farms in the area irrigated by water from the Colorado River via the
All-American Canal.[210] Ed stayed at the BOQ, where there were two men to a room.
While
at El Centro, Ed was sometimes the duty officer. One time a fighter pilot had an attack from the after
effects of malaria that he contracted at Guadalcanal. This caused him to end up bailing out
of his plane near the small town of Calpatria, California. The plane went into an
irrigated field of flax. There was much water. Ed went to the crash site with a
Navy truck and a crew of six enlisted men. They had to take the guns off the
downed plane. It took four or five days and they stayed at a motel in
Calpatria. One night while at the motel Ed heard a noise. There was a reeve at
the motel. A reeve was a walk-in room-sized refrigerator. A Navy truck was unloading goods into it. It turned out there was a black
market operation in butter. Ed went back and told the folks at the base that
they should investigate.
North Island (Coronado, California):
April-July 1943. Following their week of training in the desert, the air group came
back to San Diego on April 24. Years later Ed still remembered how beautiful he
found Coronado with all its flowers in bloom in April, after being in the
desert.[211] He flew 38 hours in April and 34 hours
in May.
Despite
the training program or perhaps because of it and the new-found wealth it offered, Ed and the other pilots had a full social life. Soon after arriving in California, Ed and his best friend
and roommate at Corpus Christi, Buddy Beal, bought a 1931 Rolls Royce convertible for about $100. Another of Ed's friends, Howard Tuttle (1920-1996) had had a 1941 Ford convertible even before he went
into the service. Over the Easter weekend of 1943 the squadron had leave. Ed
and Howard went to visit Howard's sister at Palm Springs, California. Howard's dad was born rich
and never worked. His grandfather had a shipping contract to bring ore from the
Great Lakes to the Cleveland foundries.[212] Howard had gone to Brown University. The family lived in Cleveland but had a
place in Palm Springs. When Howard was growing up, his dad would tell the
children that he did not have enough money when they asked for something.
Howard later realized his father never worked but did have enough. Howard resolved that he would work and if he
ever had to tell his children that they did not have enough money, it would be
true. He believed one’s worth as a human was in labor, not money. What economists call this the labor theory of value. He liked
flying and after the war he made a career being a commercial pilot. This was despite having inherited
plenty of money and having married a woman who had even more. Her family owned
some of the coalmines over which the United Mine Workers contested.
Besides the visit to Palm Springs, another of Ed's social activities in the spring of 1943 was entertaining his 21 year-old
sister, Rosemary. She took the train to the west coast
for a vacation with him. It was a three-day ride each way and a nice adventure
for her. Ed met her in Los Angeles. They stayed at the Ambassador Hotel, on
Wilshire Boulevard, which in Ed's view was best hotel in Los Angeles. Rosemary
never did come down to San Diego on that trip.
Ed
spent another weekend in Los Angeles with a friend from Coffeyville, Bill
McClelland. They went up on the train. Bill was
older than Ed and stationed at the destroyer base in National City, which was south of San Diego. They went
to visit people Bill knew from Coffeyville. Periodically Bill would attend
picnics at Long Beach for people from Kansas that were held during the war.[213] While in Los Angeles Ed and Bill spent
the night sleeping on the floor of someone they met on the trolley. Bill was friendly and would
talk to anyone. That is how they obtained their floor-space accommodations. The
military authorities favored divisions between officers and enlisted, but for
many, including Ed, friendship was sometimes stronger than
the prejudices of military authority.[214] Later, when the squadron went to sea,
some of the aviators, such as P.D. Thompson, enjoyed visits to the enlisted
quarters.[215]
On June 21, 1943 Ed again qualified on carrier landings aboard the U.S.S. Altamaha
(CVE 18).[216] The landing pattern for a carrier was oval in shape. The planes at 100 feet
with flaps and wheels down flew in single file about thirty seconds apart from
the rear (stern) of the ship past the bridge, which they kept to their left
side. They then flew out in front of the ship about one minute, turned 180
degrees to the left, passed by the ship on its opposite side, and made another
180 degree turn to the left to come in behind the carrier to land. The goal was
for the planes to land twenty-two seconds apart. But at that speed there were
frequent wave-offs, as the deck crew could not always clear the previous landing
that quickly. There were fewer wave-offs when they came in at thirty-second
intervals.
Landing aboar