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i l. . . Elizabeth C . tant on TO OTHER SHIPS that see her at author or underway, she is the AP 69. To the jrieiuls and jamilies that address letters to her crew she is the U.S.S. ELIZABETH C. STANTON. But to the men who sail her, she is and always has been ' ' The Lizzie. The officers and crew of the Lizzie come from every section of the United States. They come from the farms, the towns, and the big cities. With them . . . back into their far-flung lives . . . they will carry tales of the Lizzie, telling these tales over and over until the ship becomes a legend. " It was the Lizzie that dodged the torpedoes at the invasion of North Africa when the other ships were sinking like pennies tossed into the " It was the Lizzie that steamed back and forth like a cruiser during an air attack at the invasion of Sicily . . . ' " It uas the Lizzie that carried the men into Salerno and brought out the nounded . . . ' " was the Lizzie that carried troops to Scotland and to England when the continent invasion force was being massed . . . " " was the Lizzie at the invasion of Southern France that sent her landing boats into the beaches, ami then like an anxious mother counted them as they came back through the screen of smoke that divided the known from the unknown, and sometimes the living from the dead . . . " " was the Lizzie that steamed in and out of so many bays and harbors oj the Pacific that a roster of her ports of call reads like a chronology of the Pacific war . . . " To these stories, and to the innumerable " whoppers " that ivill in future be told of this ship, let this book and these pictures be the record of what really happened: what the Lizzie did: how her crew lived: and what they saw. Stuff Editor Lt. Kenneth A. Berg Asst. Editor William Wickman, SK Literary Editor Lt. ( jg) L. W. CoLEMAN William Wickman, SK Lt. (jg) C. W. HuBER Ensign P. E. Seaman Lt. (jg) Miller Klein, RM Emerson Oestrick. CPhM Layout Lt. J. G. Miller Ensign Seaman Lt. ( jg) Sachs Lt. ( jg) HuBER Harvey Watson, RM2c Topping, SMlc Fholography ..... Lt. Berg Emerson Oestrick, CPhM Lt. ( jg) Fitzpatrick Sylva, BM PiLSBURY Business Manager .... Ensign Robert Johnson Yeomen James Cleary, Ylc Ivan Bridges, Y3c Uaole Of ( ontenCA PACK U.S.S. Elizabeth C. Stanton ..... 1 Staff 2 Lizzie ......... 4 Section I: Ship ' s Company — 1945 .... 6 Section II: Invasion 20 1. Fedala 22 2. Gala, Sicily 23 3. Salerno ....... 25 4. St. Tropez 27 Section III: North Africa 30 1. Oran 32 2. Algiers 35 Section IV: Italy 38 1. Naples 40 2. Isle of Capri 43 3. Pompeii ....... 45 4. Cassino ....... 48 5. Rome 50 Section V : France 52 Section VI : New York to San Francisco ... 56 Section VII: Crossing the Equator .... 62 1. First Crossing ...... 64 2. Second Crossing ...... 68 Section VIII: Pacific Atolls and Islands ... 72 1. Espiritu Santo ...... 74 2. Guadalcanal ....... 75 3. Marianas ....... 78 4. Mog-Mog 80 5. Okinawa ....... 81 6. Noumea, New Caledonia .... 84 Section IX: Hawaii ...... 86 1. Oahu 88 2. Luau 90 3. Kauai 91 Section X : Lizzie at Work ..... 92 1. Routine 94 2. Sunday 102 Section XI : Lizzie at Play 104 3 cJ i izzie She was constructed in 1940 as the S.S. Mormacstar and taken over by the Pacific Republic Lines on January 28, 1941. She became the flagship of the Moore and Mc- Cormack Pacific Fleet. She carried cargo from San Francisco to such ports as Rio de Janeiro, Panama, Buenos Aires, Monte- video and Port of Spain. When the Japs made their attack on Pearl Harbor, she was one day out of Rio de Janeiro, unarmed. She stopped at Trinidad long enough to get a coat of grey paint and proceeded unescorted to San Francisco. In San Francisco she was armed by the Navy and chartered by the Army for duty in the Pacific. Under the Army she made several trips: Australia, Hawaii, Fiji. Hav- ing completed duty with tlie Army she sailed for the east coast, and for the first time in her travels alone encountered an enemy sub- marine. Following an exchange of fire she continued her journey unmolested. In New York she was taken over by the Navy and converted to an AP. She went into commission on September 17, 1942, chris- tened the U.S.S. Elizabeth C. Stanton, and conmianded by Ross A. Dierdorff, Captain, United States Navy. Under his command she operated in the Atlantic as a troop trans- port to Africa and England and as an attack transport in amphibious operations. On February 17, 1944, Wilbur A. Wied- man. Captain, USNR, assumed command, and Lizzie became flagship of a transport division led by her former skipper. LIpon completing another tour of duty in the European and Mediterranean theatres lier work in the Atlantic was finished. She then traversed the route to the other side. On January 22, 1945, Daniel A. Frosl. Commander, USN (Retired) assumed com- mand and Lizzie started out under a new captain, in a new ocean, and what to her was a new war. Lizzie has been home to many — men who have come and men who have gone. She has been to them their life and they in return have given that same life to her. The men on her now will take her for granted; the men who have gone and the men who will leave will look back and remember. And when these same men meet in years to come, the past will become llie present ami Lizzie will sail again. Sept. 16, 1942.:. Feb. 17, 1944 Feb. 17, 1944 - Jan. 22, 1945 Jan. 22, 1945 R. A. DIERDORFF . W. A. WIEDMAN D. A. FROST CAPTAIN, USN CAPTAIN, USNR COMDR., USN (RET Snip ' s i c 1945 The average observer who sees a ship moving stealthily into a river or a harbor as he watches from a vantage point on the shore several hundreds of yards away, actually sees very little. His eye is met with, perhaps, a grey hull, and as in the case of the " Lizzie, " a designating number fon ' ard near the bow. P69 in white characters sharply stand out against this monotonous grey war paint. The ship moves slowly and carefully to its appointed spot and stops. The elements very regularly take their toll of the ship ' s immaculate appearance and it is the duty of human intellect and brawn to maintain the ship ' s smart lines. Someone, too, has to be on hand to increase the ship ' s speed or to retard it. The vast and massive engine that drives her weight through the water must be kept smoothly running. There are pumps, generators, blowers, shafts, cams, and eccentrics. None of them must fail, for if any one of them does, the ship ' s safety is immediately put in danger. The spray that falls over the ship ' s steel deck is as corrosive as acid and must be battled constantly; the staccato of the chipping hammers attest to the fact that the old bugaboo — rust — is being scaled from the decks and soon fresh paint will once more adorn the ship ' s sides and decks. We who comprise the crew ' s complement are fully cognizant of the vigilance of the deck and engine departments whom we proudly present here. We will not say that it is their responsibility to keep the ship in shape, but rather we will say that to these men goes the credit for keeping the ship so uniformly in order. It is not a job that may be left for the future; it is a task that must be done all the time. The boys who work on deck are also called on to get the boats in the water, and when the time comes to disembark troops and unload. To watch under difficulty and danger is to see that these boys know their jobs and do them well. These are the boys who also know gunnery, recognition of enemy ships and planes, and a hundred and one other collateral tasks that, collectively, make life aboard ship safer and more livable. " - ■ ■ r • »- ' ;k he L c an tain ipk This " Luckie Lizzie " in which we serve is a siil)staiitiality with a personality, a reputation, and a fighting heart. She lives and breathes. She has a back- bone — her keel; she has ribs — her frames; she has a skin — her outer skin; she has vital organs — her engines; she has seeing and hearing facilities — her radar and radio; she has a respiratory system — her ventilation system; and she has the power of locomotion. Her life ' s blood is her crew of offi cers and men as they circulate through her arteries — her passageways. She has a soul — her ship ' s spirit. Altogether she is a substantiality which will pioceed straight toward Tokio, and never stop until, and if, God forbid, she is mortally wounded. 4! . i tt- D. A. FROST. Commander, United States Navy (Retired) EXECUTIVE OFFICER Lt. Comtlr. G. W. Peterson, Jr HEADS OF DEPARTMENTS I- ri}nt row: Lt. J. E. Parratitd Ll. Comdr. F. J. Keeiian Lt.Cdmdr. G.W.Peterson, Jr. Lt. Comtlr. R. W. Lundgren Lt. .1. W. Reed Itarl; row: Lt. { ' .. J. Strzemienski Ll. F.W.Packard Lt. (js) C. W. Huber OFFICERS Front row: Ensign Campbell Lt. Berg Lt. Krasman Ensign Seaman Lt. (jg) Kannuck Second row: Ensign Malcom Lt. (jg) Sachs Li. (jg) Miller Li. ( jg) Latimer Ensign Anderson Third row : Lt. Logan Lt. (jg) L.W.Coleman Lt. (jg) Huvelle Lt. (jg) Levin 1 ' ' ■ 1 OFFICERS 1 H Front rotv: H Lt. Reed 9I | Lt. Gnisendorf " " " ' l Lt. ( jg) Filzpatrick | M H| Lt. Dayton l Lt. Packard H Ll. Comdr. Lnndgren 1 Second row: j l Lt. (jg) Ziiras Lt. R. D. Coleman H Ensign Vanderwoude JL I Lt. (jgl Kilhiick Jm M Lt. Dickinson r m Ensign Shalleck I H Third roll ' : £. H Ensign .Smith I H Ll. (jg) Callahan [ H Ll. (jg) .Mtorfer MH Ensign .lolinson .,s-,-:: « 10 CHIEFS Bottom row: Waldorf Ch. P. H. Creech Lt. Dickinson Lt. Comdr. Lundgren Lt. Logan Oestrike Gregorek Second row: Boylston Ellis Van Note James Richman Third row: Shibles Foster Close Page 11 Front Row, left to right: Leibowitz, Adamese, Stake, Smith, Ens., Johnson, Birdwell, A( Second Row: Churby, Woodbury, Cheran, Hanger, Petty, Gibson. Third Row: Phipps, Perry, Peterson, Walker, Marty. SECOND DIVISION Front Row, Irjt to riiihl: X.w.ll. K Williams. Second Row: Kuiiiill. Hn.Hn. Dzickaii. I ' mucr .v. Ci.stin. Sn.Mlgr Third Row: Smilh, A. J.. Alislcn. Aiil . Alhol, Spij;nci-. Ivrdnian W. .,.]-. siiijil,. I. |.;.. Hi,. OIH, ■,.,•; Wright. .Sncidi-r. SECOND DIVISION Front Row, left to right: Collier, Motes, Silva. Small, iers. Second Row: Perkins, Malone, Hutto, Sclmltz, Barberio, Armani, Cox, M., Kaufman, Arciiri, Sebring. Third Roiv: Lt. ( jg) T. P. Miller, Asst. Div. Officer; Jenary, Belvin, Berry, Woodman, O ' Neill, Claxton, Ewing, Krout, Bryant, Barber, Cronk. Fourth Row: Catiller, Wagner, Young, Abston, Cox, Castro, Tahlier, Perez. FIRST DIVISION Front Row: Claus, Cesarz, Cash, Ball, Williams, Brantley. Lane. Swain. Second Row: Ensign Hahn. Dimmetl. Bronson, Palmer. B.. Briefer, Naileaii. IJmlsay. Ensign Mai com. Third Row: Sc-baefer, Barber, Nielmr. Sellers, Rickseeker. Bennett. Atkins. Ensign Seaman. FIRST DIVISION Butlom Ruw: Hall, Arnold, Niapolitan, Ward, Kasmiski, Perkins, Willett, Smidt, Baldwin. Second Row: Ensign Seaman, Wallace, Cannon, Wellman, Arndts, Holland, Sarson, Welsh, Lipchitz, Bunn, Ensign Malcom. Third Row: Balser, Anvenia, Schweizer, Sevier, Palmer, G., Wilson, Conturier. " N " DIVISION Kneeling: Farrow, Arnold, Spindler, Pelros. linllom Row: Topping, Cleary, Hart, Ensign anderuoude. Ensign Campbell, Ll. Coleman, Ll. Berg, Prince, Digiovanni. Second Row: Hoover, Ladek, Buxlon, Jacobsen, True, Dobrydney, Boyce, Bridges, Coombs. Third Row: Smith, Wilson, Casper, Watson, Borov ' sky, Cooper, Redlich, Brown, R. 14 " N " DIVISION Bottom Row: Weiss, Sarnoff, Keyser, Lt. (jg) Slialleck, Lt. (jg) Campbell, Woodbury, Dragon, Woodward. Second Row: Klein, Balch, Robinson, Hansen, Cardwell, Saldivar, Fasso, McDaniels. Third Row: Balderson. Klein, L., Glayal, Pickett. Brown. B., Wbitten. Nelson. " S " DIVISION Front Roiv: Six, Welsh, Stokes, Cramer, Mayall. Second Row: Carroll, Cleveland, Lt. Packard, Ens. Anderson, Ens. Jiplinson. Knssell. Lodge. Third Row: Ward, Meyer, D ' Ardiiini, Carey, Dickson. Bryant. Moore. Sanders. C.ladden. Davis. Back Row: Wakefield, Ring, Reeves, Dalton, Wickman. anpool. 15 " S " DIVISION Front Row: Georgens, Allen, Coleman, Gardner, Pepe. Back Row: Sigler, McClellan, Kelly. " S-2 " DIVISION Front Row: Hargelt, Stamford, En . AndcrMin, Lt. Packard. Ens. Jdlinson. Davis, Kcvels, Dyett. Second Row: Neff, Coxen, Robinson, Snead, Sliirdavant, A. S., Lowery, Ferbee, Hensley, Ingram. Third Row: Walker, Sturdivant, A., Lesesne, Miller, Evans, Starks, Burronghs, Monroe. 16 THIRD DIVISION Bottom Row: Phillips, Calvert, Chairmonte, Crowe, Hodges, Lucas, Owens. Second Row: Lower, Yonaskas, Scott, Brown, L, Berlinsky, King, Brocato, Lt. (jg) Altorfer, Mallett. Third Row: Busby, Buekner, Bryant, Fallon, Richards, Moffa. THIRD DIVISION liottom Row: Bronghton, Calkins, Schoenulort, Slocks, Cliilders, Wert, Campbell, Wagner, Warren, Ballard. Second Row: Ll. (jg) Sachs, Byrd, Lane, Sidener, Barrett, Bierrg. McLain, Reszler, Pierce. Third Row: Balog, Barnes, Nedeau, Lusby, Scaramuzzino, Reilly. 17 " R " DIVISION Front Row, left to right: Caudill, V., Skibicki, R. W., Scudgins, E. C, Asmus, D. W., Coleman, L. W., Williams, G. M., Sandford, F. E., Wnek. M. F., Robinson, H. J. Second Row, left to right: Belanger, R. A., Hawn, L. E., Detrick, D. W., McKeown, R. C, Mitchell, W., Wilson, W. H., PiUsbury, H. R. Third Row, left to right: Turko, C. A., Duggan, G. T., Babcock, E. H., Colonies, J., Boulden, L. J., Stansbnry, H. D., Weisenborn, C. S. ENGINEERING lioltuni Row: Jakubik, Fransiia, Nolan, Ryan. Second Row: Stien, Lloyd, Lkink, Steer, Needliani. Ilanli ' v. Ilall.n. Kulh. Grace. Third Row: Kowitz, Ziemlxi, Trosen, Haslip. .Slarlari. ISiilli-rllikl. Ilainc . Sliilir. Miirawski. Fourth Row: Lewis, Secork, Kirshner, Falconeri, BranolT. . Icyer. Jolln llll. 18 Bottom Row: Vun Miller, McPhee, Sparks. Second Row: Lt. (jg) Miller, Tunis, Damroth, Stetson. Lt. (jg) Killimk, Lt. Strzmienski. Zimmerman. Third Row: Pell. Fliik, Ponessa, Sieslove, Erins. EiN(;iNEERING lliilluiii Riiu : Mii.h. Lii-VLU. Tarpley. Lt. Strzmienski. Patlnn. I ' a.lmik. Lt. ijgl Unix Second Row: llelmhold, Parfrey, Gonyea. Nnrwudd. Terry, Memilli. 19 ii 1 4 T 1 y - J nuaSion " I undeistand tlie British have crossed over into the toe of Italy — but it won ' t be official until the Lizzie gets there. " Dryly, Commodore Dierdorff opened a briefing session for the amphibious operation that was Salerno. And we on the ship had a possibly smug feeling that what he said was true, for the Lizzie was never one to high-tail it in the face of action. Of the five major landings of the African-European war, this ship participated in four: Fedala, North Africa; Gela, Sicily; Salerno, Italy; St. Tropez, France. She missed the Normandy invasion only because she was rather preoccupied with the training of what seemed at the time all the troops in the Mediter- ranean for the forthcoming landings at Southern France. The l)lack-inked letters of newspaper headlines spelled invasion on November 7, 1942; on July 10, 1943; on September 9, 1943; and on August 15, 1944. For the Lizzie and her crew those days meant the culmination of weeks and months of hard work, long practice, careful planning . . . cutting minutes off here, adding a new precision there that meant greater efficiency and perhaps a saving in lives. We smile now remembering the days of 1942 when it took ten to twenty minutes to lower gingerly one LCVP over the side. But the smile is a pioneer ' s smile, for that time was shaved down to: " All ship ' s boats loaded with troops and in llie water in thirty minutes. " Amphiljious warfare has been called the most hazaidous kind of warfare, requiring the most skillful planning and the most precise execution. There are books on it now. There are books because the Lizzie and her kind wrote them. And what was it really like? Behind all the words that are spoken and words that are written, what did it really feel like to be there? Well, we were tired and we were afraid and we were foolish . . . and some of us were brave. We were, in fact, all tlie things men are in time of war. 21 Meddle a NOVEMBER 8, 1942. We arrived off Fedala on the blackest night we had ever seen, and by 0400 we had put our boats over the side. At H plus three our destroyers and cruisers began shelling the French fort overlooking the harbor — receiving answering fire from the Jean Bart, which was anchored there. Our cruise rs were located about 700 yards from Lizzie, and at times shell splashes were observed within 1,000 yards. The battle con- tinued until early afternoon, when the Navy Air Corps worked 4)n the Jean Bart. The unloading proceeded slowly due to poor beaches and the small harbor which was available. Every afternoon the swell would increase to such an extent that it was next to impossible to use the small boats after nightfall. Enemy air activity was light, most of the trouble coming from submarines. On November 1 1 three ships were torpedoed at about 2000, and all small boats were sent to pick up survivors. At sunset on November 12 the Scott, Bliss, and Rutledge were hit with two fish each. Again the small boats went to the rescue. The Bliss was about two points off the port bow at a thousand yards. Lizzie was refueling a mine layer at the time. It was cut away and all ships heaved anchor and got under way, leaving the small boats to pick up survivors. On Friday afternoon, November 13. Lizzie pro- ceeded into Casablanca harbor. All hands " turned to, " and by 0300 of the following morning all cargo was discharged and piled on the dock. By 0900 Lizzie was homeward bound. The amazing part of the entire operation was that the ship was able to complete her assigned tasks with a crew of officers and men of whom ninety-five per cent had never seen salt water before, and were a little uncertain as to which was port and which was starboard. KJela icilu LST Discliarging Cargo Inid Pontnon. JULY 10, 1943. The meteorologists who picked July 10, 1943, as a good-weather date for our invasion should have hung their heads in shame, because on the preceding afternoon the seas became so heavy that an estimated sixty per cent of the invasion force was sea sick, and small boats could not have lived in the rough waters. Rumor quickly spread that the landings might be postponed. But paratroops had already been dropped over Sicily and could not be abandoned. As H hour approached, the sea calmed miraculously, and operations proceeded as planned; Allied troops hit the beaches just two minutes later than scheduled. ' " That ' s Not Lizzie. " Burial Services. 23 Captured German Land Mines. Attack. Expediting Unloading of Supplies on Beachhead. 24 « Broached LCVP ' s Above: Tlie Ducks Follow Beloiv: As the LC ' P " s Lead the Way. CLie erno On the afternoon of September 9, 1943, we, en route to Salerno Bay, received word that Italy had surrendered unconditionally. The invasion was, however, to go off as sched- uled. This did not dampen the wild cheering and happy demonstrations aboard the Lizzie. We were to learn all too soon though that the Italian surrender was no impediment to the fierce resistance of the Germans who, occupy- ing the strategic heights around the beaches, made the invasion of Salerno one of the hot- test contested of the war. The " Invincihie " Wermacht. 25 Organized Confubion un llie Beaili, The Calm Before llie Sic -1?« ■1 -a m - nil mm - ' ii - -- ' - s y if - z n ■ r " Ji ' m.: . 4k , ,- . - - :- ' j ' - -. ' j|S £ .- ' »»«f •«ki l 26 27 1. On llie Riviera Bearhhead. Preparing to Debark Troops The First Wave. Wing View. The Rear Echelon Arrives. Beach White Seven. 28 1. Ship to Shore. 2. Getlinf; Under Way. 3. Laying Off. 4. H-Honr Minus One. 5. Beachhead Parking Lot. 6. Return of the Native. 29 ' ' r ii i: ; . 30 orm Pri ricci North Africa was the destination of the Lizzie on her first long voyage as a Navy ship. And subsequently, its seaports, Oran, Casablanca, and Algiers, became better known to the Lizzie ' s crew than were most American ports except New York. Africa was not the way we had imag- ined it. Instead of thick jungles we found modern cities, cultivated fields, and large stretches of bare, rugged land. And in the Algiers Casbah, instead of Hedy Lamarr we saw only non- descript Arab women in sleazy-looking veils. Casal)lanca was perhaps the most Europeanized of the North African cities, with Algiers a close second. Both of these cities were clean and had large business sections, fine parks, and some Ijeautiful buildings which were a not-too-bizarre comliination of African and French architecture. But European civilization clung to the coastline. A short jeep-ride inland revealed large farms, grazing herds of sheep tended by Arab shepherds, miles of vineyards from whose mild-looking grapes tlie mule kick vino was made. Dotted over the mountainsides and valleys were dirty little Arab villages. Most of us at one time or another visited the headquarters town of the French Foreign Legion, Sidi-bel-Abbis. The feeling there was one of isolation and loneliness. The relics and Ijarracks of the Legionnaires . . . the Legionnaires themselves with their hard-bitten faces and stiff military smartness all seemed like a page of past history suddenly come alive in an age of mechanized warfare. It was a little like bumping casually into . . . say, Nero buying a can of Spam at the corner A P. But the lasting impression of Africa is one of bright-hot monotonous days and of ever- lastingly standing by roadsides to thumb a ride as the jeeps, command cars, and trucks sped by, leaving clouds of dust that would not settle until the black African night fell and war motors were hushed, and only the land was left in its ancient brooding wakefulness. 31 Q fan There was a saying aboard the ship once that Oran was our home port. That was when we had been in the Mediterranean so long that New York, our real home port, seemed as distant and dreamlike as a golden city of heaven. But Oran was here now; it was the reality. No one aboard ship liked it. We complained of its crowds, its filth, its heat, and its smell. But when we had just hit invasion beaches and were coming back: when in the bright morn- ing sunlight we saw the shrine of Santa Cruz high on the hillside and the city sprawled around the bay like a fistful of white stones flung by a giant . . . then we felt oddly that we were coming home. This was something we knew. The heavy, pungent smell of the city came out to sea to meet us and we would look at one another grimacing and say. ■ " Yep, that ' s Oran. " Actually, the ship seldom moored in Oran itself. Usually we went alongside the protective mole at Mers-el-Kebir, a harbor- village around the mountain from Oran. There we did our routine work; there we loaded our cargo and troops. At the beginning of the mole was a rocky beach where we swam. Eight kilometers along a breath-taking clifl road was Ain-El-Turck Oran from Sania Cruz. Home Port. Mattress Covers? Rue de Clemenceau. 32 with its gay-colored villas and broad white beaches . . . finer, more beautiful beaches than we were later to see on the French Riviera. Oran itself had much to offer. There were some beautiful shaded parks. For beer drinkers there was Joe ' s Joint bv the Continental Hotel and Al ' s I ' lace around the corner and up the street. There was the American Bar with its friendly barmaids, and the Maison du Colon with its good ice cream. There was the long shopping district along the Rue d " Arzew where souvenir hunters often picked up good things. And permeating all was the rich, varied sound of Oran ' s streets: the cries of Arab peddlers and beggars and shoe-shine boys, the jumbled accents of French and Arabs and British and Americans, the hee-haw braying of donkeys, the pound and boom and rattle of war vehicles along the boulevards, and the monotone song of occasional planes overhead. Oran was no longer a French city; it was an Allied city. At every sunset there was a reaffirma- tion of this when the flags of three nations were drawn slowly down their staffs, and men and women of many nations stood at attention listening to the Marseillaise, to God Save the King, and to The Star Spangled Banner. 1. Mers-el-Kebir, the Mole. 2. Road to Sidi-bel-Abbes. 3. Continental Hotel 4. Market Place. 33 M 9 lerd Algiers was used predominantly as a port for (he British just as Oran was used mostly for the Ameri- cans, but both nations, of course, used the cities interchangeably- Algiers with its fine docks was invaluable, both as a receiving center for the tremendous supplies needed to sustain our military organization in North Africa and as a great staging area for the future invasions of Sicily and Italy. And aside from its immediate strategic value, its metropolitan resources and adjacent swimming beaches afforded relaxation and diversion for Army and Navv forces who were marking time in the city and recharging their vitalities for the next strike. li Akerian-Kiencli Catheilral. Sicilian Invasion I.datl. y: GnvernmenI Bnililing Disaster. Ammunition Ship Explode: 17 Jj lCltl On Septenil)er 9, ]943, we on the Lizzie got our first look at Italy wlien day broke on the invasion beaches of Salerno. It looked like any other stretch of Mediterranean coastline we had seen. But it was to stand out with its own distinctiveness when later we got a closer look. The fall of 1943 brought another first for the Lizzie. She was part of the first Allied convoy to enter a continental port since the British evacuated Dunkirk. The port was Naples, the same Naples the Germans had said we would never be able to use. And there the Lizzie was using it a week after it fell into Allied hands. Naples later saw a lot of us, and we of it. We came to know the tortuous maze of its waterfront streets, its steep hills, its thick busy downtown center which at one time was the iieart beat of the Mediterranean war campaign. Travel jaded though we were, we soon tired of Naples and sought new diversions. We had liberty parties to Capri and jeep trips to Pompeii and Sorrento. A kind of gruesome fascination drew us to Cassino ' s ruins. And Rome had l)arely fallen when we began planning trips there. Eventually, every man aboard had the opportunity of going. Some of us flew up, getting a bird ' s eye view of the devastated land and cities between Naples and Rome where two great armies had been locked so many months in bitter stale- mate. There was poverty in Rome of the most urgent kind, but otherwise war had scarcely touched the city. Nothing was destroyed of its sprawling beauty. It was all as we had sup- posed: The Coliseum was as much intact as it has been for several centuries. The sandbags were being taken down from the Arch of Constantine. The Pope held daily audiences at serene and majestic Vatican Citv. The monks rattled on their same old tale of the early Christians as ihev guided us through the Catacombs with their string-candlesticks. When the Lizzie first entered the Naples area the front lines were only a dozen miles away. When we left, Naples had already become the so-called Ice Cream Front. For war moves quickly, and what is today No Man ' s Land may tomorrow be, by the Grace of God, a peaceful vineyard. 39 M - ' i MAPLtS: 1. Top Row (4 pictures), Neapolitan Arcade and Street Scenes ■2. Tlie Modernistic Main Post Office. 3. A View from the Allied Officers ' Clid). 4. Chow Down for the Kids. 5. Castel Niiovo. 40 ' ' H :r,Tm 6. Naples Harbor. 7. " Make Smoke. " Fori al Nisaila. ' J. On llie OulskiMs. 11). Ml. eMiNi(i Krupts 41 Off Jlimih 42 1. Overluokiiij ' the llarbur o, H. 1. A[)prciac ' liinj; Capri. 43 A l -aicflll Jhrhrrril C. 1. The Main Allar iif Sainl Miiliacl. 2. The Paii - Tlial Rt-fi - lir 44 3. Alcui " llif Aveiiii 4. Fislierman ' s Wliarf. p omneii pi An nciint " iin) " (.didi- the Sariio Valley in the 16th century. ! At the present, about three-fifths of ' the area of the city has been exca- I ' vatecl. All excavations were stopped ill 19 ' 0 because of the war. I Our visit to Pompeii was brief ' and interesting. A visit into the past. ' uliich seemed not too distant as we I walked through tlie ashes of Vesu- ! vius ' last eruption: March. 1944. Pompeii was first damaged in 6.3 A. D. by an earthquake. In 79 A. D. they were still in the process of re- building when the entire city was destroyed by the famous eruption of Mt. Vesuvius. The inhabitants, most of whom fled before their homes wei " e ruined, found death upon the roads. The few who remained behind in hopes of finding a secure refuge in cellars, perished from the poisonous gases that infected the air. The dis- covery of Pompeii was due to a land- leclamation project inidertaken in Sli ' ppinn Sidiics Arriiss ia Ket;j;iii 4.S The Crijiiiljlin (.ulumjis nf a Pompeian Mansion. The Once Mighly Fmuni anil Its Cunqiierur — Ml. Vesuvius. The Great White Way of Ancient Puiiipeii. 47 c. ciSSino We had read al)out Cassino in the newspapers. We had seen pictures of it on the screen, hut neither of these thoroughly prepared us for what we saw when we got there, for its destruction was complete. From a distance the city didn ' t appear to be too badly damaged, but how completely the eye was fooled. When we came upon it, nothing was left. All streets were wiped out as though they had never existed, except the one upon which we were travelling. Not a building was standing — hardly enough of one to identify itself as having ever been a building. There was just a pile of rocks and powdered concrete. The desolation and destruction was beyond description. The trees were stripped of leaves and were dead. The people were gone; all life was gone. It was a dead city. Surrounding the city was a swampy area resulting from improper land drainage. It was green and foul, polluting the land and making it useless. The road through the city was lined with barbed wire. Mines had been cleared from the necessary areas only, so throughout the city latent mines awaited those who would come to give the city a helping hand. Signs were everywhere: " Mines ' ' ; " Booby Traps " ; " Off Limits. " Glancing up the hillside we could see shell holes, IjomI) craters and demolished vehicles. At the very top was the monastery overlooking this awful devastation, a shamefid reminder of what this city had endured. 48 iJ What was once Cassino. 4 ' ) KGivlEi 7; ' ' " , 1. Tlu; Fc.nmi. rtlitlfa ' l Tala, !.. .M„via lii-...,lini Balrnny. 50 3. riip Valkan. i : 1. Kinj: Victor Emmanuel Memorial. 2. Saint Sel)astian. 3. Arch of ( ' (inslantinc 51 3. ranee The Lizzie slipped through the narrow straits of Bonifaccio on August 14, 1944, and made a bee line for the coast of France. She lay off shore early the next morning watching the terrific air and naval bombardment of the beaches and then sent her troop-laden boats in. It was the first daylight invasion we had made in the Mediterranean, and we were prepared for all the enemy could give. We thought it would be worse than Fedala or Gela or Salerno . . . and it was easier than a dry run. Sunset of the same day saw us unloaded and on our way back to Italy without having seen an enemy plane. After this we made five quick trips to France, first to the beaches and then to Marseilles when that great southern port was opened. The Chateau d ' lf of " The Count of Monte Cristo " fame became a familiar landmark to us. The green trees and hills of Southern France were a delight to see after the scrubby, dusty vege- tation of Africa and Italy, and Marseilles reminded us of our own cities back in the States. NlardeiUe Like so many cities in Europe . . . Marseilles shared the same fate as Naples, Bizerte and Cherbourg. Once a fine liarbor, il was now battered and bruised beyond recognition. Upon entering port, we anchored opposite the Chateau d " If of Count of M(}nte Crisin fame. For most of us, it was the first opportunity to see a real French city. As one gazed along the shore line, he was struck by the dead-pan atmosphere of a once thriving seaport. The usual punk ships and twisted steel cranes amongst wreckage of bombed buildings, piers and docks, were to be seen. It was a grim re- minder of what we had so often witnessed before. Taking a closer look at the city, ycui couldn ' t help but notice a grateful ami thankful people. To those aboard, Marseilles will remind them of: ... a 55-knot gale that swept the harbor . . . the Domino. Embassy. Blue Parrot and Gay Paree clubs ... a chance meeting with a very lovely French girl . . . souvenirs that were but a slim reminder of a fine liberty ... a rough experience in an LCVP which made you wonder whether it was better to miss the ship or risk your neck in a cargo net . . . FFI men dashing through the streets . . . shat- tered ships blocking the entrance into the inner harbor . . . little children with their ever-increasing taste for American chocolate and cigarettes (poor man pere) ...touring the city in a jeep. Harlior Wreckage 1 ta iM li MSH Ev 1p ii -i- % S MH ■■i 56 lew Ljorh to an rancidco Back home in New York after nine months overseas! Lizzie was more than ready for the anticipated leave. The skyline looming on the horizon meant home and all the folks we wanted so much to see. The first man to land a heaving line on the dock won a dollar. It wasn ' t the money that counted but the honor of being the first to touch home again. Quickly the first leave party mustered on the dock, marched to the gale, and was off to Indiana, California, Texas, Massachusetts, and New Jersey. All too soon they started to come liack, tired, but having enjoyed fifteen days of freedom. The days of liberty before we sailed were short and iiectic days — rush to l)e ready at 1300, the ferrv on the half hour, Times Square an hour later. New Year ' s Day and the next day we sailed. The anchor slipped up from the grey water of the bay and we were under way for Norfolk, then Panama. It was now a sure thing, we were on our way to the Pacific Ocean to become part of the niighly Pacific Fleet. The days passed rapidly and the weather began to feel warmer. The men shed their shirts to enjoy the sunshine. Very few rememljered that back in New York winter was still howling with full fury. We passed Cuba, which we could see faintly on the horizon. When we came to the Panama Canal, we stood about deck and tried to recall some of the facts that we mastered in school about this famous American territory. We recalled that after 57 a dismal failure by the French in 1889, we succeeded in 1914. The canal was in use that year, ten years after the actual digging. Normal transit today takes between seven and eight hours. At a cost of only $380,000,000, the U. S. A. made one of its liest investments. A plane droned overhead. We received a visual signal to lay to until ordered in. We were fortunate in spending a night at Ciisloljal wheie we got a taste of Latin America. Starboard section rated liberty, a short one, Jjut enough to get an idea of the town. The " blue moon " girls, the alligator purses, the Tabu perfume and the plentiful liquor supply — all were parts of tills incongruous land of American commodities and customs and Latin American peoples. In the morning we began our climi). A ship rides over the mountains as naturally as the trolley climbs the hill on Powell Street in Frisco. As soon as we reached the Gatun locks, our engines stopped. Strong steel hawsers were taken aboard by means of which the ship was slowly towed into the lock. Towing was done by electric locomotives called " mules. " There was no shouting, no veiling. Signalling was done by hand, with smoothness and efficiency. Once inside the lock, the enormous gates closed silently, and as the valves opened, the water from Gatun Lake entered, slowly filling the lock and raising the vessel. After three such lifts, the ship glided out into the lake. For the next twenty-four miles, we passed islands covered with dense tropical foliage, below us, the winding bed of the Chagres River, along which many years ago, passed Spanish Conquistadores and Forty Niners. Ahead were the blue peaks of the Continental Divide. A ship returning from the Pacific passed and sailors crowding her rail for a look at us shouted, " You ' ll be sorry! " It was early evening as we began to descend the eighty-five feet to the Pacific Ocean. The locks of Miraflores closed behind us while the lights of Panama City twinkled up ahead. We headed up the coast of Central America, with water our oidy backdrop and the ther- mometer our only indicator of the change in climate. A star sight, a fix: we were off the coast of Southern California. On this trip there were no passengers aboard, so our journey seemed almost a cruise. But yellow t ' hromate on the decks showed that the last few weeks had meant work for all. A sail boat appeared out of the famous San Francisco mist with our pilot aboard. The Golden Gate bridge is a mighty structure. With treacherous currents, the waters flow swiftly by the huge cement pillars sunk deep into the harbor mud. We headed up the bay past the wharves which make Frisco one of the busiest shipping centers in the world. Some of the famous landmarks passed: rocky Alcatraz, Treasure Island. The next big bridge was the Oakland-San Francisco bridge. With Yerba Buena Island on the port side our anchorage was not far distant. As in all the world ports we have visited and have yet to visit, our first thought was of liberty and shore leave. Soon we had a regular running ])oat schedule to the docks. Liberties passed bv in rapid succession with trips to the famous spots: Chinatown, Top of the Mark, the Fleishhacker Zoo, Pepsi Cola Service Center, the Golden Gate Park, Nob Hill, Omar Khayyam. It seemed we had been in San Francisco a very short lini ' when we were loaded and ready to begin a new phase of our history — the Pacific war. sy 1. Alcalraz-Tlic Kink. 2. Passing TliningliCal nil Lake. o. Fiill.iuinj; a I.ilierl in (lainn l.akr. 4. Lizzie Approaches the Gainn Locks ()0 5. The Gcihlen Gate in 15. The New Commamling Officer Speaks. 61 L roddina the C auatop When we speak of the word " Shellback " or " Pollywog, " we can only use these terms for one description, and that is the initiation the uninitiated must submit to in order to be accepted by King Neptune, or to use the more legal expression, Neptunus Rex. He is the one who, shall we say, is the mythological ruler of the deep. He makes his throne somewhere in the region of latitude 00. Actually, no one can trace the origin of the ritual, but it must be readily admitted by the most skeptical that it is rich with tradition. What is known about the ceremony is that in ancient times and up until fairly modern days the rites were performed upon the jjodies of those who had not passed the stage of being mere novices at this " jjusiness of going to sea. " In the beginning the indiscretions were harsh and bordered upon the cruel. It is said that this was so because it was a means of testing a man ' s endurance for the coming hardships of the sea. In its gradual evolutions and with the coming of steam, the cruelty gave way to a more picturescjue and showy production . . . but with the " Pollywog " still the ex;iloited one. It has now narrowed itself down to the slight inconveniences of being doused thoroughly with a hose or immersed in a tank or prodded with a rod charged with electricity. The victim walks the plank of many other prankish doings. His skin is usually well dyed with all the vaiuous colors of the rainbow, applied in the most novel ways. The hues are splattered at him. squirted at him, and even sprayed at him. Foul vegetables and very old eggs sometimes adorn his person while he is shedding his Pollywog condition and assuming the honorable status of accepted shellljack. The night ijefore the big doings proceed the Captain of the ship welcomes aboard Davy Jones, who with acclaim and in the flowery language of the ancients welcomes the ship into the area sanctuary. It is strictly the crew ' s party, and officers too must submit to the initiation. The rites can be traced back as far as the Normans, Saxons, Vikings, and Angles. Each one of these peoples used a different parallel of latitude to introduce the sea, as it were, into a man ' s life. It is interesting to see how eager a man is to inflict Shellbackness on a newcomer just as soon as he himself has donned the newly awarded status. 63 . ■ " J-: ' • " , su asHt 64 %. . v King Neptune and Royal Party Presented to Shellbacks. Second i roddina Once again the Lizzie and her crew appeared within the Royal Domain of Neptunus Rex, Ruler of the Raging Main, crossing the " line " on the 16th day of June in the company of the King and his Royal Court. The Royal Staff arrived on hoard the morning of this same day to officially initiate the lowly Landluhljers, hetter known as Pollywogs, into the Solemn Mys- teries of The Ancient Order of the Deep; with the aid of the Trusty Shellbacks of our own ship ' s company the ceremony was completed very successfully and with many jovial memories to he carried away by all who participated therein. It cannot go without mention that this second initiation was a more personal and interest- ing one to the majority of us because we were then subjects of His Majesty and could actively take part in the initiating. Whereas, in the first crossing, the majority of us were of the lowly Landlui)ber class and could not extricate ourselves from the various impending punishments that were to be ours long enough to enjoy the seemingly tortuous acts that were conmiitted upon those of us who led the way. At the day ' s end, having discharged the King and his Royal Court, we were still proceed- ing to our destination, which was of a more serious nature to be sure. I)ut with an increased incentive to carry on until our job is completed. 67 " ■ P f.- - ♦ 1 i THE. hOYAL PAKTY f V .c ■ p Mi -i .-o»w@e=»i«rv!w« aiS ai ' .. 68 1. Caplaiii anil Kn al l ' ;iil ami Slii ' lll.a. k-. 2. Senlciicr Passt-d. .1. rlllrll(r Canlnl Oul. 1. INilhwciySuR-iiadc. 5. Opiii Wide— Like This... 6. P.dlvwiigs Bowing Before His Majesly. 69 2. rilr Ull.Tll. 3. Pleasing the Royal Baby. 4. Miisli and Sparks. .S. Pollyvvogs Entertaining .Shellbacks 70 6. Tunnel ,.f I.dv,-. 8. Sleek ade. 7. Kxil Shellback. y. " The (ireat Waltz " by Doc. .■ : L£ - ' ., - ' y 4j V i Iti ■ -•; 111 ' ' - •»!, ' ' « ' »! - r 7 ' ■r A. 71 I ucific ywtolts ant A contrast between lush, tropical fertility and Ijarren tropical wastes is the dominating impression of the Pacific Atolls of our memory. Perhaps atolls is a not too correct allusion to some of our island stops, but it is vividly indicative of others. The story of our tiip through these island stepping stones to victory and peace is one of kaleidoscopic change. The colonial France of New Caledonia, with its Noumea, so pungently reminiscent of Algeria and Oran. The same low, shuttered covered houses and stores; the same distinctive odors; the same striking poverty. Only the sheeted bearded Arabs and the half veiled Arab women were needed to complete the picture and to make many of us feel that the days of the Mediterranean lived again. Espiritu Santo with its green, ripe oranges, its huge perfect lemons and its acrid tasting limes burdening the trees, uncultivated and awaiting a mere shake of a branch to come tum- bling down in teeming profusion. Guadalcanal, humid, steaming, vaporous, a tangled mass of jungle growth in whose trees and vines the raucous voiced, gorgeously plumed birds of the tropics flash vividly against the dense, green background. Guadalcanal, across whose turgid, muddied streams and through whose grasping undergrowth the first steps back from Pearl Harbor were taken. Across the Coral Sea Kwajalein and Eniwetok in the Marshalls are living examples that not intrinsic value, but military worth dictates the campaigns of the Pacific. Eor these atolls are as two oversize sandbars, struggling desperately to keep their drowning heads aijove the inexorable surge of the ocean. Barren, fruitless, monotonous, truly the islands that God forgot. Ulithi, in the Carolines, a spear in the heart of what was once Japan ' s prized military base and eliminating the power of the once famed strongholds of Truk and Yap. Into the Marianas and closer to the Rising Sun, where from the coral packed runways of Guam and Tinian and Saipan the relentless, shining power of the fabulous B-29s roars into the glistening sunlight or the silvering moonlight to send the tingle of fear into the hearts of those who were once so arrogantly confident. The Marianas, where the pitifully battered villages and homes beai ' testimony to the power and accuracy of the Navy ' s guns; where nature ' s typhoons menacinglv gather and where the typhoon of sea and air and land power is mounting for the fury of the final attack. Finally the East China Sea, where the weight of out anchor split the waters off Okinawa, the island Ijase which is so much like the first wedging foot to open the door of the enemy ' s homeland. Once peacefully calm in the soft sunlight and sweet, cooling breezes, it ' s now a land of surging mud under the heavy foot of war as the guns of the Navy, the bombs of the Air Force and the field artillery of the Army seek to Ineak the last desperate, fanatical grip of the unfathomable Japs. Memory will ever recall these islands to our thoughts. Perhaps not as attractive lands which we would like to revisit, but as monuments of history to the tireless courage and per- sistent effort which has led from the fantastic reality of Pearl Harbor to the heart of the Japa- nese Empire. 73 EiJPIKlTU ffAMTO » V , ' ' • ' .» ' - ' ,6k ' 1. Beacli at Espiritu Sanlci. Ne« Ht-liiidcs. 2. Pistol Raiific at Esi)iril 11. Tn.pi, al Shniflinr 4. .hnaiH-srCluMon Ks-irilii Saul, 5. A NativiM.f the Island. 74 1. The OOD on the Job. 2. Loading Passengers at Guaflalcanal. 3. Boats at Rest at Kiikiim Dock. 75 ■1. iewing Guadalcanal from the Bridg 5. We ' re Going Home. elween the Crosses Row on Row " Guadalcanal. ■:mist » s. rx!:mBe p%a Uncle Sam Pavs Tlirou;;li the Nose. The Native liiiilt Chapel at Guadalcanal. P Bos ' n Mate Receives Ihiil Cllatinii. The Captain Presents the Bai. CnnKraliilatiiiM ! •A Approach to Tinian. m ai ianad Guam was the only American possession in the Marianas before the war, and the Japs quickly wiped that off our slate after Pearl Harbor. Since then, we have written it down again, adding Tinian and Saipan, doing thereby a little slate-wiping of our own on the Japanese blackboard. When tlie Lizzie got to those islands, the air force was already using them as bases for the B-29 raids on Japan proper. We of the Lizzie talked to the men who were flying over Tokio and Nagoya and Yokohama, and we watched their big planes take off for the raids that will make possible the eventual Army and Navy invasion of the Japanese homeland. Prisoners of War. iiLrfv: y A JSrm:F:f:f ' ;%jr ' Tlie Coastline of Tiniaii. LdiikinE Sn II ill ward — Tiiiia r. § m- Agana at Guam. Mi.llh.rn St. Vincent de Paul Guam. Remains of Agana. 79 1. Anchored at Ulithi Atoll — Caroline Islands. 2. A Road on MogMog. 3. Beer for All. 4. A Good Time Was Had by All. 80 OlZll JXWA fXLfKimm it- 1. Wr Knirr I ' nrl. 2. W • Aiciri Al„nc. 3. A I.ihrr-lv Ship in K rr I ' url ■1. Kiuky ShuaUaiid Bancii Hi 5. Small Boats Do Tlieir SliilT. 6. Snicike Covers the Beach. 81 1. Pas iiiRnn lh,--l),.pf. " 2. A (iiin Goes Over at Nu. 3 5. A Vi,.ikli..r.-e rnl.iacls 6. An LCM Alonfrskle. 82 %m m - ' liiMlHiiui »iim !■ Ii». 1. Mu(lIsEMr «li, 2. Delivering the (,( 3. " Yank " al llie Piani. 4. Passing the Day. 83 5. Mollui aiul ( liilil. 6. ' »ell..« Beacli. WOUULA am CALEDONIA •JS« V. 1. NnllMHM llailiMl, r» Cair 2. I lull Aira -. i.ui.R-a. .!. I.i i.- nominal.- tlir I. KA I ' Irail- 111. ' Wax. 3. Thf Loa.l l.s llL ' ax . llic IKad Sliong 84 6. It Looks Like Scotland. 7. American Dead. 8. The Cathedral at Noumea. 9. Hotel Pacific. 10. Olil CI. .TV Nevv Caledonia. H. Inside I he Cathedral. 85 J uwuu A startling, vivid contrast of the Orient and the Occident; the tenuous land where the fringe of the tropics meets the modernity of the West; that is Hawaii. Our first view of the storied " Paradise of the Pacific " was of Pearl Harbor and Honolulu, Naval Base and metropolis, on the island of Oahu, tawdry at best and tarnished still further by the heavy hand of war. A strug- gling, unimpressive city in whose narrow streets the brown skinned natives are engulfed by waves of Navy white and Army khaki. To judge the islands by metropolitan Honolulu is to be bitterly disil- lusioned, but leaving the sprawling core of the city the full vista of semi- tropical beauty bursts upon you. Magnificent homes, half hidden by the luxuriant growth of the huge hanging ferns and encircled by towering palm and coconut trees. Brutally rugged mountains, from whose sheer cliffs the ancient warriors drove their enemies hurtling to their death, dominate the panorama, at times bright in the shimmering sunlight, then darkly ominous as the shrouding mists conceal their crests in gloom. Mountains, whose steep precipices tumble down interminably, endlessly into fertile, crater-like val- leys, relics of the extinct volcanoes in whose silence the origin of Hawaii is hidden. Fabulous Waikiki, dream resort of the world, where the lilting strains from the Royal Hawaiian linger on the soft breezes of the restless Pacific and where the thunder of the morning of December 7th seems verv far awav. From Oahu to Kauai, our other stop in the archipelago, is a step from the urban to the rural, from the cosmopolitan to the provincial. Fittingly called " The Garden Island, " Kauai, intermittently drenched by nourishing tropical rain and warmed by the vigor of perfect tropical sunshine, is a land of mar- velous fertility — fields of pineapple stretching to the horizon; banana trees thriving in the damp, soft soil along the banks of sluggish streams; papayas and avocados, an infinite profusion of fruits to delight every tongue. From the delight of taste to the delight of sight, brilliant tropical flowers illumine the scope of vision. Indescribably beautiful in their raiment of divinely tinted colors, the variety is breath taking. Most impressive of all is the purple majesty of the climbing, vine-like bougainvillea, enveloping the landscape in a royal mantle of climactic loveliness. Perfection in beauty is the only apt description of these islands whose white beaches are kissed by the warm waters of the gently surging Pacific, now brilliant green, where the jagged reefs lurk so menacingly, now dark mysterious blue, where the hidden depths tenaciously grip their secrets. Beauty, whose memory will always be in our hearts and which will lure us back for a longer visit in the days of peace ahead. 87 OAnU, T.H. 1, Bandstand H.inultdu, T. H. 2. Enlprin ; Pf ' arl !larln)r. 3. Our Pi cMdent Passes On. 4. Oahu, Ho! 1. Tlu- Rnyal HaHaiian. 2. Diamond Head and W ' aikiki. Miiirl llul.-l. DiaiiM.Md 11,-ad , urf at Plav. 8 ) J4c 0L14 uwaiiun ouuuu A big parly was planned at our next port of call, Honolulu, Hawaii. All hands were looking forward to our visit to Pearl Harbor and Honolulu on the Island of Oahu, Territory of Hawaii. While there, we were to celebrate with a Hawaiian feast called a ' " luau. ' " It is a custom for all visitors to these beautiful islands to take part in a Hawaiian luau as a gesture of friendship on the part of the people of the island. There is to be feasting, singing, and dancing through- out the day as was explained to us by Mrs. Lei Adams, the lady who arranged our party. This was to be an occasion for celebration with plenty of food, drink, song and hula hula dancing in honor of Lizzie, which had now served the Navy nearly three years, through four invasions, and in two oceans. The House in the Garden in historic Nuuanu Valley was the setting for the two luau parties. This was a pleasant residential house built on the low hills over- looking Honolulu at the entrance to the Nuuanu Valley. The neighborhood was pleasing, similar to any residential town in the States. L ' nder the cool shade of trees, with a bountiful table and many cans of American beer, our party turned out to be a huge success. The luau consisted of many previously unheard-of Hawaiian dishes. The menu included cooked pig or kalua puaa, cooked pounded taro root or poi, baked fish in ti leaves or i ' a lawalu, pineapple or uala kahiki. and many other dishes. Naturally, beer was the main beverage with a big bowl of punch for those who like it. During the meal, the Hawaiian girls entertained with native songs and dances. Here we saw what is known the world over as the hula hula. In reality these hula hula dances are com- plicated combinations of rhythmic motion, with each gesture and motion following a regular pattern in harmony with the smooth music. Some of the girls wore the customary grass skirt while some wore skirls of rustling cellophane-like material. We all enjoyed their dancing and singing very much and appreciated the experience of seeing and enjoying these Hawaiian songs and dances at first hand. Some our own ship ' s company contributed to the program. Our band played a few numbers while some of the boys sang a popular song. Our ship ' s flag was displayed on the bulkhead behind the stage, list- ing all the invasions of the Atlantic and ports of call of the Pacific. Some day when we look back on these experiences we shall remember this afternoon as one of the highlights. A Young Hawaiian Maiilcn. Hula Hula Girl Entertain at Luau. Lizzie Sees llie Worhl. 90 J(a ,auac THL CARDEM I SLAMD 1. A Kauai River Valley. 2. Rolling Green Hills of Kauai. 3. Looking to the .Sea from the Hills of Kauai. 91 «t.... " SU I. The Grand Waimea Canyon. 5. The Sun Sets on Another Day. 92 oLizzie at l l ork Work is something more than toil and drudgery. It is more than an accomplishment through faith, without which work is dead. It may be the final result of many little things we some- times dread but do, and are proud of afterwards. Lizzie at work cannot be defined; it can only be compared. Take a monastery. There are individuals who man those " ships, " be they far up and hidden in snow-capped mountains or barren huts on desolate plains away from civilization. The monks, too, have taken their vows, their oath of allegiance. The monastery is their sanc- tuary, their retreat, their home to create by prayer and deeds a world a little better than they found it. So, too, a Navy ship at sea, alone, unescorted, but also in communication with the Architect of the Universe and in tune with the infinite, dutifully bent on a mission. What goes on in either one? Work. Celibacy. Cooperation. Understanding. And more work. Look at the boys as they man their guns and pass ammunition with their eyes on the sky. Or watch the gang l)elow decks with their eyes obediently on gauges and with ears alert for signals from the bridge. Or the strained faces over an operating table. Or the fatigued, unsung cooks and bakers who sweat it out morning, noon, and night, all carrying out their mission. What do you see . . . contemplation; whether it be a monk poring over his books in his study or the navigators over their charts. Contemplation on unfinished business, on work to be done. Both monks and sailors live close to nature, and both are isolated from civilization. In both their dwelling-places there is strict law and discipline. Every man has a job to do and does it. Both have tradition and ritual. The sailors ' is: Salute the quarterdeck. Giving honors to passing men of-war. Greet the dawn at General Quarters. Sweepers, start your brooms; clean sweep-down fore and aft. All hands turn to. Ship ' s drills. Inspections. It takes work and more work to fight for the right, it makes no difference how or where, in cloistered halls or on rolling decks humbly, earnestly, and with self sacrifice even unto life itself. For invasions we prepare weeks in advance until we become tense. But after the first shot is fired, we are at ease for the first time. Fear, dread, and uncertainty are over. We are occupied in both mind and body, and there is efficiency . . . made by work. Then there is the uniform. In both monasteries and ships men wear regulation garb, not merely as a cloak to cover nakedness, but to clothe the wearer with honor, respect, and responsibility. It is an emblem of service not only to the wearer but also to those about him, and identifies the individual as one who is sacrificing his home ties, his civilian liberties, his personal independence in order that we all may continue to live the American way of life. One represents government, the other the church. Both represent self-denial. Both are working in different ways to solve problems that confront mankind. 93 KOUTIME. % sC- m m JH ' 9 " % 1 91 Hi iJ mmm si z 1 ' 9 ■ ' 1 r-Y H ' " ' T 1 E. ' , s B 1. ShipV Offir 2. Our f:xw. 3. Siipplv Oftiir. 4. LizzifV Kii l Millinii. 94 5. First Lt. ' s Office. 6. (ihief Eiifiineer ' s Offii- I...«rriiit; Small B,,al. Keiei in{; Casualties. ' ). Rrfiidinj; 10. First Divisi,wi al ttnrk, 11. Welding. 95 12. R.pairint;. 13. Tliiid ni isiuM at ork. m t - 1 I. l..n -hl. ' I.. I Km,. I. 1. ' ). liip Kjiiiiig. 16. More Ice Ck UO la. Kchii-linj; uiii ( uoni |)rrail lu ' l). 1 J. Chuu l),,«M Im 1)K I lufl un.l io- ncaiii). 2U. Te liMt; Kirr I ' linip I nul p50()(. L ' l. I nliiailint; Cal-,. 22. Flying Bridge. 2.5. Mai Marking. 24. Lizzie ' s Brain. 3 25. Serving. 26. Kiimur But; 27. .Spark-likan 28. Liz ie ' s Entwine Ccmliul I ' ain 98 31. Shooting the Sun, 32. Second Division at Work. 99 . B kI h ' MCU Inr till ' ClfW. .;f,. ' Ir Ol.l Mr-M Hall. 37. ()fficei ' Ward Room 100 38. ChiilV I, " Hall. 39. " Dinn.-i ii.i . hi|iV Officfis II) Wash l)a Kvcry Day. ■11. Beaiilv Parlor. 42. Canteen I iiu 43. Ourh— D.H. 44. Micrcilir Iliiniir Dip ' .ococcus? 45. Sick Call- 08.30-1815— ONLY. 101 Lancia War and life in the Navy does not mean the cessation of the opportunity for each man to practice his religion. For the Navy, in its effort to provide for the comfort of its men, both materially and spiritually and to conform their lives, as far as possible, to the life they were accustomed to live, brings religion to them through the medium of its Chaplain Corps. A world at war is a difficult spot in which to afford each man in service an opportunity to worship God according to the tenets of his belief, but the ceaseless efforts of Naval chaplains to minister to their men has brought that goal into view. Each ship, of necessity, cannot have its own chaplain, but no chaplain confines his work merely to the ship to which he is assigned. When conditions permit, it is the universal custom for each chaplain to visit one or more other ships and thus to bring to the men aboard them the spiritual comfort and solace of their religion. In addition, chaplains, stationed at shore bases, always go aboard ships which drop anchor in the harbor or arrange for " Church Parties " to come ashore to worship. By this broadening of the scope of his parish, each chaplain doubles and redoubles his congregation and affords every man, with singularly few exceptions, the chance to practice his religion, if he so desires. While on the Lizzie our own chaplain. Lieutenant Commander Francis J. Keenan, a priest of the Vincentian Fathers, has primarily served the Catholic men by bringing them the comforts of daily Mass and the opportunity for frequent reception of the Sacraments, the members of other faiths have not been neglected. One of the advantages of assignment to a transport is that the Army and Marine Corps units who make our ship their temporary home, usually have assigned to one of them a Protestant or Jewish chaplain. On many weekends the " Church Pennant " flies in the breeze on three occasions, for Jewish Sabbath services, for the celebration of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass and for Protestant services. " Church Call " means the temporary halting of all but the most essential operations and all things possible are done, despite enormous difficulties, to make religious exercises conform to those held in the sacred precincts of churches. Aboard the Lizzie the addition of a portable organ and the chance to accompany services with the sweet music of hymns has made us feel just a little closer to home, thanks to the enterprise of Jim Glayat and " Tommy " Bridges. Nothing is more definite then that religion occupies a prime ])laie in the Navy ' s scheme of keeping its men at their peak in mind, in soul and in body and the attitude of the Navy toward religion is most aptly summed up in the fact that when the " Church Pennant " flies from the masthead it flies above the National flag, the single occasion on which this is true. 102 1. " KiK.rk off all !;anu• ,,f .lian.r: krcp HJi-ncr ah..ut the ilcrks; the smokiiif; lamp is .ml iliiriiig Calhullc diviiu ' services on the square of No. 4 liatcli. " 2. Fatlier K.rnai 3. Protestant Sc-r nl P.ill W I. kmaii. r- on N ' o. i llalcll. 103 104 cJLlzzle at I ICLu Contrary to a mother ' s belief, the officers and men of Uncle Sam ' s fighting Navy are not always manning their battle stations or performing the various routine duties which are so vital in making the United States Fleet the greatest and most powerful afloat today. As we all know, Uncle Sam is a very wise and learned old man and through his many years of experience, has come to regard the oft-quoted axiom " All work and no play makes Mack a dull boy " with profound respect. Consequently, the officers and men of the U.S.S. Elizabeth C. Stanton, as well as every other ship of the Navy, are provided with the best possible all-around recreational facilities. Of course, space and equip- ment are limited aboard ship, but the spirit and enthusiasm of Lizzie ' s crew more than make up for these somewhat minor details. While under way, the entertainment program ranges from boxing shows and volleyball games in the afternoons to movies and variety shows in the evening. And when Lizzie is tied up in port or anchored off some small island in the Pacific, picnics, weiner roasts or beer parties are arranged whenever possible. Americans are natural sport enthusiasts, especially sailors, and when given the opportunity will participate in one form of sports or another. So, when Ensign Charley Anderson, Lizzie ' s disbursing officer, suggested boxing as a means of physical recreation, the idea spread like wildfire. Pleased w ith the response shown, Mr. Anderson, with the help of Henry Welsh, Sic, and Sam Pepe, SSML3c, got busy and practically overnight had the boxing program under way. As a result, all hands now look forward to the excellent bouts put on each Sunday afternoon on the square of No. 4 hatch. It ' s all good clean fun and the boys really enjoy it. The bouts are carefully arranged and supervised, but action is plentiful and fast. When the boys are a little more seasoned and experienced, a team will he chosen to represent the Lizzie and will compete with other ships of the fleet. A miniature gymnasium has been set up on No. 4 hatch where all hands may exercise each after- noon after regular working hours. It ' s not compulsory, but a lot of the men like a stiff workout to sweat off some of the extra poundage acquired unknowingly. Besides calisthenics, volleyball games and ping- pong matches are held after each workout. In the way of relaxation, there are movies, variety programs and the library. Lieutenant Johnny Krasman has charge of the cinemas, and he ' s always buzzing around, trying to get new movies. It ' s a job getting the latest pictures, especially out here in the Pacific, but Mr. Krasman has done a swell job of it, and the fellows really appreciate it. Another favorite program aboard the Lizzie is the Jack Frost " Happy Hour, " written and directed by Jimmy Glayat, Ylc. It ' s a variety program put on each week featuring the talents and comics of members of the crew. Among the well-known performers are Jimmy Perez, MoM. ' ?c. and his accordion, along with Bob Guyette, MoM2c, who does the clowning. Many others have contributed to the show which serves to break the many monotonous hours while at sea. 105 1. Hungry Arabs. 2. Beer on the Dock at Naples 3. Slorekeepers Relax. 4. .Sidi-Bel-Ahbes Bonn.l 5. Mi.nlcrVKon. 6. Good .Samaritan. 106 !» IN!? 7. AinelTurk Picnii 8. Arab Well. y. Shiii - Weiner Ruasl at Ain-el-Tiirk. 10. .Sailor ' s Delight. 107 11. Enlisted .Men Whip the Officers 12. Hmnim! Good Ham. 13. Skinli,-a( 14. Girnner. IfiA. Tlic Hour of Chan 16. Ilapps Hour. IfiA. RlliP. 108 1 , . ( :j]jlaiii KnldLaiiiv al Happy Hi JH. Haiiibiirt;ers on MogM,, " 2U. ll .wUia.- ' l. r.ll.Mir-. 22. Mr. niilh an.l (In. -I llail Haxr a Hiillulay. 109 2,!. MaL.nr rs. Ca.iiplK-ll. 24. Hall Swings. 27. ()„„pl 28. Welsh Cheers Them On. 110 J U L Y 29 O u T U 32 33 1 " ' . 1). , hiuilinti (if Irulepeiulenc dU. Li ic Celelnales the M . 1 9 4 5 iL « f M :;i. Thr llillliilli.- 32. Saiii.iir Wou,- ' Em. Ill J4. l,lovc HI ll.c Air. 112


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