JAPAM t OATE UINE J j ' iSAiPAN ' BE - A-A. — - ' jw GUAM N. OCT. --fo _ , AUAKE • ' fc. ' 9 ' ii ' . — • ? . SrfoM TMEr-7 |OM TME ' • WAR.OOR -z ' -. EWIOJETOK ■MOV. ib ■f l« Hi  TAR.AllUA APAMAfW, ' 4= Dec.7, I9H 7 OtT ZX,l9 fJ JAN.5I ! Ofec.Z4 19H5 I I y% RABAUi. ; •N. TULAGI NOV. -Xaspmitu SAWro MEBRiDe5 11 §S ul?l! NEW CAL6DONf|k U.S.S. BULLARD The Bullard The Story Of The U.S.S. BULLARD Destroyer 660 And The Men Who Served On Her Published by the Officers and Men of the U.S.S. Bullard ' HERE ' S YOUR STAFF Editor in Chief Herbert H. Graefe, TM2c Managing Editor Lt. (jg) Richard C. Thommen Editorial Director Joseph G. Kenny, TM2c Art Director Ensign Robert E. Brown Layouts Ensign G. G. Bradt, Jr. Photography Ensign R. E. Keith Associate Editorial Director Richard J. Kent, Flc Associate Art Director C. R. G ardner, EMlc FEATURE WRITERS Lt. H. F. Rodner Jr. L. Martin MaM3c Lt. J. H. Shea C. J. McLoughlin FC03c Lt. (jg) H. O. Judd REPORTERS L. D. Schnackenberg, RM3c F.C.Holmes, Mlc F. A. Aultz, QMlc C. J. Hanks, SMlc T. K. Skinker, RdM3c R. S. Harbord, TM2c J. E. Taylor, Flc Research. R. S. Rueschman, CMM E. R. Hart, GM3c F. J. Viggiano, SC2c R. C. WiUe, EM2c L. V. Azanow, Cox W. G. Beckman, Y3c Lt. (jg) E. F. Helminiak Ensign D. R. Holman BUSINESS STAFF Lt. (jg) W. L. Blaser H. L. Lineberry, RdM3c V. Riley, PhM3c L. A. Lovelace, EM3c L. C. Sprague, MM3c N.Walters, Slc(GM) W. E. Bach, Cox PI he(iicaticH O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done. The ship has iveather ' d every rack, the prize ice sought is won The port is near, the hells I hear, the people all exultinij While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! . . heart! . . heart! . . Oh the bleeding drops of red . . . . DEDICATED to the memory of a gallant heart which, in trying so hard to match the unending wrath of the sea it loved, valiantly ignored the crys of an ill and weary body. Lt. Comdr. Thomas C. Hart. m pnufPt4 She has done her job now. She still is very lively. But one day they will paint a lot of red lead on her, they will lay her up in some forgotten peace- time harbor, and an obscure paragraph will tell the American people that the U.S.S. BULLARD (Destro er 660) no longer is a lady. But they will never tell that to the officers and men who knew her when . . . who knew her when she tore into a hundred and fifty Jap torpedo bombers off Rabaul . . . who knew her when she fought rires on the stricken carrier FRANKLIN from so close aboard you could smell death . . . when she went looking for suicide planes off OKINAWA and found them by the score . . . when she steamed in for the first naval bombardment of the Jap homeland . . . when she shot down her last Kami- kaze hours after the war with Japan had officially ended. Yes, these men will tell you, she could knock down suicide planes with the best and biggest of them. She could make better than forty land miles an hour through the long swells off Japan, and she would beat you up while she did it. She never pampered you. Sleep was hard to get, food some- times ran low, but work never did. She took a lot of cussing. But she was, and is, a grand fighting lady. Her story in the war with Japan is a typical de- stroyer story. But to her own, it is just a little more. 19| TKe Ship ' ' [11] Ouf gallant ia4ii he Japs still had things their own way on April 9, 1943, when the BULLARD wenrsinto commission, all 2100 fighting tons of her. She was named for Rear Admirar fiiyBrpd BuUard, a pioneer leader in the development of radio. Her first cap- tain was Commander Glenn Roy Hartwig, U.S.N., of Washington, D. C. She was commissioned in Brooklyn. Naturally, then, while still new and green, she was ready and willing. Returning from her shakedown cruise to Cuba, she spotted, one dark night, what she thought was a German sub and opened up with her five-inch battery. The victim turned out to a Honduranian banana boat that was where it shouldn ' t have been. That has always been the BULLARD ' S way; shoot first, ask questions later. Fortunately there were no casualties among our Hondu- ranian allies and the BULLARD was only partly to blame for the wartime banana shortage. In August, 1943, with Commander B. W. Freund, USN, of Portsmouth, Va., as captain, the BULLARD set course for the Pacific. She was ready for bigger game than banana boats. Her first action came on October 5 and 6, when she screened carriers whose planes blasted Wake Island. She saw her first Japs on Armistice Day, 1943, while supporting carrier strikes against Rabaul. The Nips came out with a hundred and fiifty torpedo planes in the largest attack of the kind they ever launched against our navy. Now it was time for the BULLARD and her men to prove themselves. That they did. When the wild hell of this battle ended, the BULLARD had three Kates. All were seen to flame and splash. The know-how of American shipbuilders, the hallowed traditions of Annapolis, the never-ending sieges of training and the plain guts of American men were beginning to pay off. Next stop, Tarawa. Here, later in November, the BULLARD got a Betty, when 15 of these twin-engined planes attacked her formation steaming 30 miles ofl the atoll. On to the Marshals, Kwajalein and Wotje, where she screened our carrier strikes again — and helped beat off five Jap plane attacks. Returning to Tarawa in January of 1944, the BULLA RD served on anti-subma- rine patrol. And later that month she returned to the Marshalls for the landings on Majuro. She was to bombard, but the Japs had already gone their way. In March and April the Bullard screened carriers supporting the landings on Emirau Island in the Admiralties and moved on to Aitape and Hollandia on the northern New Guinea coast for a similar job later that month. 131 Next stop on the U. S. Navy hit parade was Saipan-Tinian-Cniam. Naturally the BULLARD was there. The Jap air force tried again. The HULLARD got her share: two twin-engined torpedo planes. She came back home in November, 1944, for overhaul and the first stateside liberty for her men in many a hard month. Off California she helped train future destroyer sailors to do a job like she had done and then in February she steamed out of the Golden Ciate towards 71 days of hell north of a place called by the strange name Okinawa. Now it was really for keeps. Even Rabaul had been a preliminary. For off Okinawa destroyers — and the BULLARD ' S division in particular — became the favorite of the most soul-trying demons in warfare ' s history — the suicidal Japanese special attack pilots. It took guts to face them. It took skill to blast them. The BULLARD had what it took. The Japs wanted to die. The men of the BULLARD wanted to live. Both got what they wanted. Each dawn the BULLARD and a few other destroyers would steam north from the main body of famed Task Force 58 to place themselves between the Kamikazes and our valuable, vulnerable carriers. The mission of these picket destroyers was to detect enemy air raids, to intercept these raids by skillful direction of our defensive fighting planes, to destroy the attack- ing planes, and — finally — to absorb the death blows of the suiciders rather than let a Kamikaze plane lunge into our capital ships to the southward. It was no easy job. It was a job for the BULLARD. Always ready for an apparent soft triumph, even in death, the suiciders went after the BULLARD ' s isolated picket group again and again. They hit and badly damaged the BULLARD ' s sister destroyer and they almost got the BULLARD, but not quite. Once a suicider sheared off a wing on an after gun and as he roared past to splash a few yards to stc-jrhoard. Another exploded so close aboard that the ship ' s doctor later picked up parts of the pilot ' s body from the gasoline-spattered deck. ■Sixteen times Japanese planes — almost all of the lethal suicide variety — attacked the BULLARD ' s group of spunky little tin cans. But with the help of high heaven and a fair share of good luck, the BULLARD came through. And she did her job of helping prevent full-sized attacks on the carrier groups to the southward. Typically, the BULLARD had bagged the first plane of the Okinawa operation just south of the Japanese homeland the dark morning of March 18 during the carrier strikes against the Kyushu airfields. A twin-engined Betty came down to find out what manner of ships were these that approached so near the hallowed shores. She found out. Next morning the BULLARD and the U.S.S. KIDD were 11 miles off Shikoku, one of the four home islands — an unheard of effrontery at that time. Next day Radio Tokyo solemnly announced The two United States destroyers that were so insolent as to approach to within eleven miles of the Japanese mainland were promptly sunk. That would have gotten a laugh, if the BULLARD ' s cre hadn ' t been too tired to U] laugh. They had been up all night again, you see, alongside the stricken U.S.S. FRANKLIN, fighting fires on the hangar deck during the carrier ' s immortal battle to survive. Odd jobs included several rescues of downed American pilots, destruction of enemy mines, and the attempted rescue of a Japanese pilot. This Jap, perched on a red life raft, answered Captain Freund ' s invitation to come aboard by leveling a pistol at the bridge of the BULLARD. He was buried at sea. Near the end of the Okinawa campaign. Captain Freund turned over command to Lieutenant Commander Thomas C. Hart, USN, son of the senator from Connecticut and former admiral. Captain Hart was soon stricken ill and died in a Naval hos- pital in San Francisco on June 17. Lieut. H. F. Rodner, USN, of New York, execu- tive officer, assumed temporary command until relieved by Lieutenant-Commander E. T. Steen, USN, of Baltimore. A short rest and the BULLARD was back off Japan on July 10 with Admiral Halsey ' s tough Third Fleet, helping deliver the knockout. After supporting carrier strikes against Tokj ' o, the BULLARD steamed in for the first naval bombardment of the Japanese homeland, against the steel city of Kamaishi on July 14. She also took part in the later carrier strikes and in bombardments of Hamamatsu, Honshu, July 30, and Kamaishi again on August 9. And where was the BULLARD on that great day of August 15 (Tokyo time) when the Japs gave up ? Well, as you might guess, she was out on the picket line with three other destroyers about a hundred miles from Tokyo in position to give early warning of Jap air attacks, and if necessary, to take the brunt of those attacks. Early that morning her crew got word that the war was over. But early that after- noon a Japanese pilot came diving out of the clouds bent on committing suicide on the BULLARD ' s bridge. The first five-inch salvo knocked off the Judy ' s tail, but her pilot almost regained control and, flying upside down came on for the BULLARD. A few more rounds landed him in the Pacific a safe 200 yards astern of the Mighty B. And so the BULLARD ' s score with Japan was written: 6 battle stars, 11 planes with 6 additional assists, not forgetting 6 shore bombardments and scores of other tough jobs well done. The BULLARD had lived to the fullest in the tradition of the United States Navy. Nothing more can be said of a ship. And when her time comes, there ' s won ' t be enough red lead in all the decommis- sioning yards to make a painted hussy out of such a ship as the U.S.S. BULLARD (Destroyer 660). She was a gallant lady, for all her fight. And to BULLARD men, she always will be. [F5] p t msi K l jy AIR COVER JAP SIGHTED FLEET AT OKINAWA I ' OI RABAUL THE FRANKLIN l-4. . ' 3. ■-■• % j pi ' • :-s S, |g|2|[f B ' • Ir ' -: ;- ■l!x t ! ' ■1 MANNED AND READY . l 7] ROUGH SEA H.M.S. DUKE OF YORK FUELING AT SEA 181 FLEET RETIRES TO FUEL OFF TO THE PICKET LINE KAMIKAZE [19] Scenes from the first naval bombardment of Japan, KAMAISHI, HONSHU [20 REMEMBER THIS TRANSFER AT SEA . • m  ' - • ! A i t M m ATTACK . . [21] [22: Facts Planes Shot Down (Kills and Assists) 17 Shore Bombardments ....i 6 Mines Destroyed 24 Ammunition Fired During Okinawa Campaign 5 1086 40MM 3858 20MM 3520 Total Rounds 8264 Total Days on Picket Line 34 out of 53 Aircraft Personnel Rescued 24 Miles Traveled 242,800 Total Fuel Used (gallons) 10,936,275 Fuelings at Sea 1 10 Longest Period of Continuous Steaming 78 days Highest Speed Attained 38.5 Knots Food Consumed: Meat, 204 Tons; Coffee, 2,728,000 Cups; Ice Cream, 7800 Gallons; Flour, 114 Tons; Sugar, 159,250 Lbs. Cigarettes Smoked 26,953 Cartons Paint Used - 2400 Gallons Paint Scrapers Worn Out 480 Longest Period Without Mail : 5 Weeks Most Mail Received At One Time 60 Bags Total Number of Men Who Have Served Aboard the Bullard 455 123] (( The Men it Cm4i '  Cfil T SteeH Since graduating from the Naval Academy in 1939, Lt. Comdr. Steen has led an interesting and varied naval career. He joined the fighting forces in the capacity of junior engineering officer aboard the battleship Maryland. From there he went to the destroyer Thatcher, where he served as communication and engineering officer. Fol- lowing this, he went back to battleships, this time the New York. His duties were those of a deck division officer. His next assignment was as gunnery officer aboard the destroyer Doran. It was during this tour of duty that he participated in invasions of North Africa and Sicily. With the war mounting in the Pacific, Lt. Comdr. Steen was ordered to the destroyer Moale, and took part in the liberation of the Philippines as executive officer of that ship. The end of the war found him as commanding officer of the veteran destroyer BULLARD, where he had been since June, 1945. Lt. Comdr. Steen has seven battle stars, and was awarded a citation from Admiral Halsey and a commendation from Rear Admiral Shafroth for the leadership, courage and ability he displayed during the first bombardment of Kamaishi, the daring night bombardment of Hamamatsu, and the second bombardment of Kamaishi. His per- formance of duty was at all times in keeping with the highest tradition of the United States Naval service. [27] O icetS I s uppose the easiest way to get this short treatise on wardroom manerisms, characters, etc., started is to take a look at your friend and mine. Dr. Harry (garlic bags) Gabroy, wardroom culinary connois- seur, maitre d ' hote and condiment dispenser 2 C. Give him a gallon of water, two hours time (lock the paymaster in the peak tank) and presto la vive, the wardroom ifiess will have soup for dinner. Gabby ' s real claim to fame, however, eminates from his crusade to the higher-ups that made us the freaks who have been without liberty for over a hundred days. For real meaty conversation during mealtime the best spot is the other end of the wardroom table where you find such stellar lights as Three-point fix Judd with his straight man Slick Dud Hol- man, Metro-Goldwyn Rader, Clean Dick Thommen, Pappy Helminiak and Snaps Keith. Goods Blaser expounds his I-want-goods-not- money theory, quoting freely from Stuart Chase ' writings, while Brown tries desperately to convince one and all that Betsy doesn ' t sell typewriters. Bradt never misses a chance to get in a lick for the California Chamber of Commerce. The Mun- cie Flash , solid Fred Deal, allegedly owns a string of gaming houses between Chi and Muncie which cater to your every whim . Slick Dud is becoming curious about such things as sex. It all started when someone left Forever Amber laying around. Then we have our genial legal mind Lt. (jg) William A. Crawford Jr. of the Vuh- giniiy Crawfords, sub. He spends his spare time staring into the mirror repeating, You monster! You brute! Sam Gelbach worries constantly for fear he might be charging the wardroom too much. Oh yeah! At the end of the table together with the cap- tain and the exec, sit such notables as Water- tight Bill Dobson, Reddy-Freddy McNellis, Where ' s the lemon flavoring Mathews, and Gimme a cup a joe Black. Bill Dobson spends a good deal of time on the underway watch bill, look- ing for angles. Always thinking of others , he would have us believe. Mike Mathews is seriously considering moving that engine room telephone a little nearer to his office. During rough weather Art Black chews his fingernails nervously, afraid that the wardroom table will lose its moorings as it did once ! Typical table talk usually includes many recounts of the days at Hunter ' s Point. Whenever your auto engine needs a cleansing, one of the things not to do is snuggle pup with a fire hydrant — if you don ' t believe it, ask Rotund Henry. Blue Room members have never forgotten the McNellis inva- sion with the special water version of the Chicago Piano. And to think that he used to be such a Steady Reddy-Freddy. Of course, the classic remark still goes to ol ' 66 Keys Baker. It was so cold my fingers got stiff and I could hardly type. [28] — .„.. — — i J MHRR ' ' Hi ' ' ' 2nd row, L to R — Matthews, Dobson, Black, Judd, Rodner, Sheets. 1st row, L to R — Rader, Gelbach, Gabroy, Holmon, Thommen, Brown. Offficef 2nd row, L to R — Furr, Helminiak, McNellis, Shea, Crawford. 1st row, L to R — Tullner, Brodt, Bloser, Keith. Not in picture — Deal, Algeo. ' 2SSa5Sa lf| [29; 7he Ckiep In one of the lesser known regions of the ship lies that territory called the Chief ' s Quarters, or as some call it The Old Maid ' s Home. Like bears, we, too, do our share of hibernating. We are a happy group. All we have or ever hope to have is here — a large sturdy mess table, a spacious ice box, deep soft mattresses and well ventilated sleeping compartments. There is a sign hanging over our doorway, Through these portals pass the largest paunches on the ship. The big topic of discussion at present is points, and what we are going to do when we get discharged — if we ever do. Some guys can build a farm and own their own little business on the corner in a few hours any afternoon. The oldtimers like Straley and Doc Curry are kept happy with a little fishing. They say, Why worry about points, you guys will be back in 90 days any- how. Grove says 89 days, he doesn ' t want to miss out. Chief Water Tender Spietel says, Maybe I will and maybe I won ' t. But to us guys that know, he will. We have some men about whom there is little doubt. Bakowski and Cleary have had good jobs on the outside ; they hope the jobs are still there waiting for them. Maybe one can include Cooper in that class. Our little family up here wouldn ' t be complete without an argument between Stiers and Luessen. Words really get flying around. Every once in awhile Tom Doherty, our smiling chief boats, takes a look around — gives him a thrill, I guess. We have CTM Hunt with us, too; a newcomer one might say; and another CTM, Lauterbach, a likeable feller who hasn ' t much to do either. As they say, These torpedoes are obsolete now , so why sit around trying to think up things for their crew to do. One can always check the icebox if nothing else. There ' s nothing in it anyway, but it keeps the door in good working condition. Oh, yes, we have an- other chief machinist. Chief White. White re- sembles Abe Lincoln, talks of marriage, and can ' t wait to get home like the rest of us. That just about sums up the characters in the Old Maid ' s Home. CHIEFS 3rd row, L to R — Bakowski, Rueschman, Stiers, Lau- terbach. 2nd row, L to R — Straley, Speitel, White, Cooper, Grove. 1st row, L to R — Luessen, Cleary, Hunt, Doherty. [30] t MJ OH The S Division ( S for Service ) needs no introduction aboard the BULLARD. The S is self-explanatory in its own right. Included in the Service Department we find the Four Horsemen of the Navy. In a compact little workshop tucked away in the amidship ' s superstructure the ship ' s cooks and bakers (How to Make Friends and Influ- ence People) engage in extremely interesting and unusual duties. Over the galley door, flanked by the security watch, an Unauthorized Personnel Keep Out sign hangs conspicuously. However, the duty cook or baker always has plenty of company in his workshop and almost everyone is welcome to a cup of joe when the craftsman is in good spirits, but whenever ham hocks, cleavers, knives, etc., pictur- esquely fly out of the galley door, all hands know that condition affirm has been set in this popular little space. Perhaps Belleville has just received word that the marines have landed, or Kolb is enraged over a native New Yorker ' s national and social standing. Whatever the case, everyone has enough common sense to stay clear of the galley until the attack has subsided. The remaining three of the Four Horsemen are, of course, the storekeepers (Personal Finance Co.), laundrymen (no more tattle-tale grey ), and stewards ( peel me a grape! ). The chaplain ' s chores are in the competent hands of the ship ' s barber, Cimaglio. Why not have your problem solved while having your ears lowered and vour cookie duster trimmed ? Post War Ambitions , currently the favorite topic of conversation, find Bundy auctioning peanuts in Tazewell County, Virginia. Flowers is a pros- pective Bay Area resident — the future looks Rosie for Bob. It is rumored that Brown has saved enough money to hang up the laundry and become a rail- road executive. It may be true that all the hep cats take the A train to dig, jump and jive up in Harlem, however the day is soon coming when the B train (Brown, Brown and Brown) will synchrously accommodate tourists in Maine ' s va- cationland. Gilliam chokes on one of his air-spun rolls when the discussion becomes increasingly doughy. Bill expects to open a doughnut shop in the metropolitan area, commuting from home to his establishment via motorcycle. At the first lull in the conversation Heard, Car- roll and Adams are sure to give out with their ver- sion of Chloe. The boys are a bit of all reet, hitting an unusual chord while the roam through the swamp lands searching for home. Moynihan expects to purchase San Francisco ' s largest ballroom, handling all his business transactions from Min- neapolis. Korker will be employed as a dancing instructor. Hopkins hopes to make his movie debut in a western thriller, while Joe Moon is still unde- cided over the 20 Year Plan and its benefits. Dexter soon discards his Title B duties to become a class A civilian, and if you ' re looking for the lug who penned this column he ' ll be selling hot dogs at the Rose Bowl. S DIVISION 3rd row, L to R — Flowers, Belleville, Heard, Owens, M oon, Dawson, Cable, Dexter, Straley. 2nd row, L to R — Moynihan, Riding, Adams, Kolb, Humes, Alicia, Viggiono. 1st row, L to R — Bundy, Bolduc, Gilliam, Brown, M.T., Wright, Carroll. Missing from picture — Hopkins, Roggeman, Moyer, Jockson, Gilmore. [31] hiHU ' m The Torpedo Gang Torpedomen are more frequently referred to as the painters and scrapers of this mighty ship. In this respect they can hold their own with the deck apes. A recent survey has shown that if all the scrapers and paint brushes wielded by torpedomen since com- missioning were lain end to end, they would stretch from Funafuti to Chinwangtao. But on Sundays or holidays we answer to the name of Torps or Tubes , if someone is willing to stretch a point. In the two and one-half years that have elapsed since we came aboard we have grown to love our torpe does and depth charges, which is why we were unwilling to part with them. However, in one in- stance we had no alternative, it was either the jelly- fish or us. The torpedomen were equal to the occa- sion and gave unstintingly of their beloved depth charges in an attack that resulted in an overwhelm- ing victory of the BULLARD versus those monsters of the deep. Torpedomen are handy gear on the ship. Their versitility as watch standers is known to all. The following stations are among the many that have, at one time or another, been manned by torpedomen : 40-mm machine guns, torpedo and depth charge bat- tery, searchlights, lookout, the helm and the main battery director. Then too, their proficiency as standbv signalmen has been a great help to Hanks Co. ' The gang is a well knit, hard working outfit with no loose ends. It boasts such men as Ascione, who st ill has the first dollar he ever earned ; Vaughn, a good natured, well liked Irishman ; Kenney, whose subtle humor brightened even the BULLARD ' S darkest days; Slater (Nickel-ante? — Deal me in! ), affectionately referred to as Big IVIamma ; Graeffe, a seagoing version of Mike Jacobs ; Cordova, who never gets the news the first time around ; Dauphin, a soda jerk in better days ; Breau, a Maine hill-billy who still resents having to wear shoes; Biron, who is all beard; Harbord, who has caused Joe Miller to turn over in his grave ; Campanella, the bug-eyed one, who has solved the problem of receiving letters without writing them; and last and least, Walrus Marshall, the globe trotting racontuer (teller of tall tales). OK Gang, knock off for a second and take a bow . . . that ' s enough dammit, back to work ! The Gunners Mates We ' re the boys that smile and blush prettily when someone greets us with Hiya, Guns . We nurse the five inch, pamper the forties and coddle the twenties. Stations for which we are responsi- ble — handling rooms, hoists, magazines, gun mounts — cover the length and breadth of the ship — they are all our headaches. It is our job to see that the guns are ready to fire when they are needed and continue to fire for as long as they are needed. No mean task, when you consider the number of guns carried by a destroyer of this class. If you should happen to drop into the gunners mate workshop some evening, you would probably find Bonenfant telling one of his corny jokes, and being the only man laughing. Saari would be look- ing through the latest seed catalog, with Fredericks looking over his shoulder, and Brauker looking over Fredericks ' shoulder. Herrington and Alclntyre would be having a heated discussion over a deficit in the returns of their last anchor pool. Arnold, muttering in his beard, would be getting off another letter to Griffin. Altman would be using brass polish to keep the shine on his medals. The two redheads, Logsdon and Neal, would be trying to snow each other under with their sea stories. (What does Neal know about the sea anyhow?) And just to add to the general confusion. Hart and Fenton would be losing their socks to Griffith while using their own deck of marked cards. Then when you had seen enough there you could wander up topside and find Casinghino trying to convince everyone that they can ' t use his mount as a projection booth. And you ' d probably find Brisbois haunting the tor- pedo shack looking for something to eat. There is no chance of you failing to find Clear. He spends his time at night on his gun, with a paint brush in one hand and a flashlight in the other. By then if you hadn ' t seen all of gunners mates, the next and most logical thing to do would be to try looking for them in their sack. They ' d be there. [32] O hin ' u ' m The Fire Control Gang Of all the gangs that are a part of the crew of the BULLARD, we hereby claim that ours has been the most contented. We ' ve had our leaders and driving forces, but no whipcrackers. Every man has his job and carries it out without too much resistance. And if he doesn ' t exactly enjoy it, he knows it has to be done and that there are many jobs in the Navy less pleasant. It hasn ' t been so tough, taking one thing with another, and one of the biggest compensations for being out here in the Pacific has been the associations we have enjoyed. Where else but on the BULLARD could you meet and grow to know such a varied assortment of men as these? Do you think you will ever meet a man that can pack away as much chow and still be as skinny as Townsend ? Or a man that hated to leave his sack worse than Hirst? Or know anyone that could talk faster than McCaiifrey? Or change his rate more often than Crawley? Or two guys that could disagree on their own home town more than Hathaway and Kent? Or move any slower than McLoughlin ? Or write more letters than either Trinastich or Young? Or accumulate more clothing than Wade? Or carry more pictures of his wife than Myers? Or win as steadily at poker as Burry? Or have more woman-trouble than Meister? Or be more consistently consistent than Briggs? Or be as lively as Schroeder? I doubt it. As a gang we are proud of ourselves and of the gunnery record of the BULLARD, fo reach of us feels that he helped to make that record as good as it is. It is our record, too. 1.1 Torpedomen 3rd row, L to R — Ascione, Slater, Groefe, Vaughn. 2nd row, L to R — Jones C.S., Breau, Campanella, Kenney. Itt row, L to R — Biron, Cordova, Dauphin, Harbord. Fire Gontrolmen 3rd row, L to R — Higley, Burry, Crawley, Trinastich, Young D.T., Kent, McLoughlin. 2nd row, L to R — Townsend, Driskill, Hirst, Meister, Hathaway. 1st row, L to R — McCaffrey, Myers J.E., Schroeder, Briggs, Wade. Gunners Mates 3rd row, L to R — Brisbois, Herrington, Brauker, Walters N., Frederick, Mclntyre. 2nd row, L to R — Griffith, Soori, Hoynoski, Altman, Fenton, Arnold. Ist row, L to R — Logsdon, Neal, Hall, Bonenfant, Casinghino, Hart, Clear. Not in picture — Grove, Walters, L.K., Bagwell, Bal- docci. Brown A.R. [34] I eck hiifUhH The Deck Force The men who comprise the Deck Divisions are more frequently referred to as the Deck-Apes . The name is misleading, for chances are you never met an ape, in the zoo, or among your friends, who could tie a Spanish bowline, rig a bosun ' s chair, hoist in a whaleboat, or whip a lifeline. A deck- ape ' s work requires great skill and knowledge in the art of seamanship. And seamanship is an art, which is attested by the fact that such tasks as fueling at sea, provisioning underway, and loading ammunition are made possible largely through the efforts of the seamen. This proficiency is acquired only through long hours of hard work, and much credit is due the deck force for the manner in which these evolutions were carried out. They are chiefly responsible for the appearance of the ship as a whole. It was the deck-apes who made it possible for the BULLARD to maintain its reputation as the smartest ship in Destroyer Division 96 for two years running. Probably nowhere else on the ship will you meet a more unique collection of characters than you ' ll find in the Deck Division. Outstanding among them are Howard, who combines the qualities of a leader with those of a friend and makes the combination work ; Stewart, the only deck-ape hairy enough to be mistaken for a real ape; McCabe, a Bostonian with a Brooklyn accent (figure that one out) ; Bach, the man to see when you ' re trying to promote a midnight snack; Azanow, The Nose , whose feet are generally at odds with one another as to the direction they ' re taking; Nichols, who coined that immortal phrase, Coufawnce on the reetashay ; Catelli, long and drawn out, with not much in be- tween, like his sea stories; George Rock Herman, You ' ve got to be hard ; Traver, who can ' t under- stand why a Hollywood scout hasn ' t approached him with an offer; Avery, who is allergic to para- troopers; Logan, who brought his dice with him from the Tennessee hills but couldn ' t manage the still; Marotte and Marshall, originators and sole members of the 4th Division ; Meilke, the movie man, who once got caught in the projector and ran himself two minutes before he realized his mistake; Adams, whose voice is frequently mistaken for the bull horn; Mareino, who just wants to go home; Feore, whom the women find irresistable (he says) ; Mehalcik, who had a good thing in Tsingtao; Lally, whose motto is Keep beating them ; Mar- zoch, who almost made coxswain; Kurtz, who thinks the United States is just a suburb of New York; Commando Cummings and Ole Ulstad, who have their heads together on the Back to the farm movement ; Tex Arnold, a firm believer in Gug- genheimer as a cure for all ills; Limey Clifford, who just recently learned that destroyers do have barbers aboard ; Joe Pete Cardenas, who thought he was joining the Texas Navy when he signed up; Foley, Skinfat , who used to be a 97-pound weak- ling, but says he has lost weight. These are just a few of the many that have been a part of the deck force in the past two and one-half years, and they all have done their share in bringing the BULLARD through without too many scratches. [35] 3rd row, L to R — Deselle, Mustolo, Blouin, Arnold R.W., Huizingo. 2nd row, L to R — Brown H., Altmon, Bowser, Stew- art, Morzoch. 1st row, L to R — Garsh, Vetsch, Herman, Johnson, H.H., Motulo. Missing from picture — Wagner, Shimer, Dinkins. heck t iiiJUhH K '  saP ' a.. ai .. mj i Mmsssmm , 3rd row, L to R — Ulstod, Tipton, Lolly, Morrow, Lozano, Ogborne. 2nd row, L to R — Cummings, Azanow, Powers, Ban, Howard. 1st row, L to R — PItmon, Meyer C.F., Wollard, Mc- New, Mims. k -♦■3p 16 2nd row, L to R — Johnson W.E., Brink, Bredahl, Car- denas, Leos, Fiore. Ist row, L to R — Erfourth, Wagner, Kahos, Brayton, Williams. Missing from picture — Avery, Barker, Bryant S.N., Davis, Geraci, McCollum, Logon, Moreino, Marotte, McCobe, Mar- shall W.F. M  « fbeck fbifiUhH 2nd row, L to R — McElrovy, Martin, McAllister, Adorns, E. A., Cotyb. 1st row, L to R — Mieike, Medoln, Catelli A.A., Moret, Foley. [37] Shipfitters Continually presenting themselves for attention are one hundred and one odd jobs of maintenance and repair. Let ' s retire to the shipfitter ' s shop and pick up a cup of the best brewed joe on the ship while we meet the men who were doing these jobs at the time the BULLARD was decommissioned. Senior man in the shop is James Jarrett, CSF, whose home is Charleston. He entered the Navy Oct. 6, 1940, and gained his vast amount of skill and experience on battlewagons, destroyers, dry- docks, and repair ships before joining the BUL- LARD in March of ' 44 from the USS DIXIE. He is considered by one and all to be a man who knows the score. Frank C. Holmes, Ml c, USN, hails from Port- land, Oregon, where he signed up on Sept. 29, 1942. He was attached to an amphibious repair base prior to joining the BULLARD in November of ' 44. Dominick Bober, SF2 c, USNR, left his home in Houston, Pa., for the Navy Jan. 7, 1943. Bober is the only man of those who served aboard the BULLARD to be awarded the Purple Heart. He has the most time on the ship, having helped to put the BULLARD in commission. He is known as a man who can be depended upon to do the job. Francis Sunday, SF3 c, USN, a Plankowner at the tender age of 17, gave up the comforts of his home in Stockton, California, to join the Navy Sept. 22, 1942. Although the smallest man in sta- ture in the shop, he has proved himself able to do the biggest jobs. Eli Maslaney, S F3 c, USNR, left Pittsburgh to start his naval career on March 23, 1944. He joined the BULLARD July 7, 1944. When he came into the shop he quickly proved he was no stranger to tools and their use. If it looks like a tough job, Get Eli . Robert G. Peck, Sl c, USNR, gave up Twin Falls, Idaho, for the Navy on May 31, 1944. He came aboard the BULLARD Dec. 13, 1944. Bob also proved he was no apprentice when he entered the shop. A man who tackles every job with a big smile. Former members of the Shipfitter Gang include Ray, CMl c, transferred June 1943; Park, SFl c, transferred July 1943; Brickett, SF2 c, Pagano, SF3 c, Pleva, SF3 c, all three transferred July 1944 to the carrier SHANGRILA; Fox, Sl c, transferred June 1945; Camuti, Sl c, transferred Feb. 1944; and Delcambre, CM3 c, and Bengston, SF3 c, both of whom left for the States, to be dis- charged, shortly after the war ' s end. SHIPFITTERS 2nd row, L to R — Jarrett, Bengston, Holmes, Del- cambre. 1st row, L to R — Peck, Sunday, Maslaney. Missing from picture — Bober. [38] C hiiPUhH Forward ond After Engine Rooms We ' ve been a lot of places together and as we near the end of this cruise we begin to realize what the fellowship of our organization has meant to us. Adverse, as we are to heroics, we may say for our- selves that we have done a good job of keeping the BULLARD in the best possible fighting trim with the materials we had at hand. Now we are about to return her from whence she came and take away only a few memories of little everyday happenings, humorous instances, and the personal characteristics of our shipmates. It will not be difficult to visualize Brownsie , Texas ' gift to Uncle Sugar ' s Navy, standing many a watch over the hot-plate turning out those luscious French-fries, etc., for a bunch of drooling sea pigs such as The Sea-gull , Bill Bailey, and Meddy (O ' ) Meddovich— Big Stoop as Dutch Mc- Millen called him. The Stopper Landucci and Red Bergalia were also in the line-up for chow at the Forward Engine Room Cafe. Zero Neault was the unofficial supply officer . These festive occasions were rarely missed by Larry Carmine, Archie Archambault and even Small-ball Charlie O ' Neill. We can ' t leave out those who were transferred : Rags Barrett, Griffin and Maxwell. Also Blacky Milassari who used to lead the Throttle One quartet and Linky Lenke- wich and Muers, who were so quiet we almost missed them. Guess that covers Throttle One, doesn ' t it? In the After Engine Room — the Blue Room of the engineering spaces — we found Humpy Hum- phrey officiating with Abit Aslanian and Buck Bennet as his worthy assistants. Danny Boy Kosinski — the great lover — and Westerlund were continually carrying on a good-natured rivalry be- tween the merits of Wisconsin and Minnesota. Rose expounded continually on the merits of Brooklyn and even wanted to return after seeing the rest of the world. Among the Rebels we had Cousin Jim Southern from N. C. and Burrhead Dailey from Georgia. Sheepherder Bryan hails from Texas but we ' re not sure whether they ' ve admitted Texas and Los Angeles into the Union. Andy Margo probably put in more whaleboat duty than any other snipe in the fleet, and Crap-out Catelli rivaled Charlie O ' Neill for sack laurels. Jonesie caused the big controversy between the ship ' s doctor and the Engineer Officer. The Doc won so W. J. went to the auxilliary gang. Speaking of the Doc — did you hear about the time that Danny K. went to Sick Bay for some cold tablets for Abie ? Well, the Doc took Danny ' s temperature and put him on the sick list. Danny hadn ' t felt badlv before. How about that? [39] t f :i t f 2nd row, L to R — Buckley, Dickson, Baker, Bowe, Mintz. 1st row, L to R — Watson, Jennings, Bolda, Carlson, McKnight. Missing from picture — Bonszyk, DeLopena, Durfee, Lombordino, M a n e s s, Minnich, Saunders. ' C l itHUhH 3rd row, L to R — Salon, Schneider, Marshall C.J., Campbell, Busha. 2nd row, L to R — Cunninghom, Ainsworth, Busby, Cimaglio, Berry. 1st row, L to R — Bechard, Chmuro, Meadows, Hern- don. Missing from picture — Rosenzweig, Lesley. 40] 3rd row, L to R — Rueschmon, Westerlund, Medo- vich, Meurs, Cleory. 2nd row, L to R — Bailey, Lenkewich, Brockett, Grif- fin, Devon. 1st row, L to R — Fischer, Brown W.C, O ' Neill, Archomboult, McMillen. Missing from picture — Bergoilo, Londucci, Neoult. T t ifiUicH 3rd row, L to R — Humphrey, Carmine, White, South- ern, Kosinski. 2nd row, L to R — Connelly, Cosabion, Cotelii A.N., Bennett, Dailey. 1st row, L to R — Bergeron, Rose, Aslonian, Jones W.M. r Missing from picture — Bryans, B., Marge, [41 Forward and After Firerooms In the Number 1 Fireroom we will remember Joe Buckley as the lad who said that he ' d make chief if he had to kill all the firemen doing it. Bolda was the fellow who caught on to jokes abou t a day too late. Okinawa John Rizzo, the Brooklyn Phoney, was the smoke screen artist. Peanuts Delapena had a minor altercation with a coolie in China with negative results. At the same time, Big Bowe was making points with the Chi- nese via that big red beard of his. Giesha Mintz, the man who could snore four part harmony, lost an argument in Honolulu because the other guy had the brass knuckles. Lum Lombardino was the guy with the appetite of a bird — a peck at a time. Schneider was never known to give anyone a bad time unless they attempted to wake him for the watch. You couldn ' t exactly say that Snatch Mc- Knight was a stew , but after a week-end liberty you could distill his sweat and get torpedo alky . Bonczyk, Dickson, Minnich, and Maness all paid nice fat bribes not to have their names defiled. Carlson and Saunders used to fight for beach duty to stay out of the boilers while in port. Dude Watson and Jennings got the transfer, leaving Baker aboard as the erstwhile high-point man. With the Fire Two gang we ' ll include the Oil King, Red Ainsworth, who is even more Scotch than White Horse and who got more sack time than the skipper. Duff Durfee was the Oil King ' s Striker who did time in the coal-burning Navy and was accused of bringing fuel aboard by the ton rather than by the gallon. Marshall was the one voted most likely to ship over . Hudson was transferred to Stateside duty and took the matri- monial leap shortly after. Meadows was the Cus- todian of the Golden Rivet and made more money accidentally than most of us did on purpose. Busby, The Bakersfield Flash, evidently had plans to work for the L. A. Chamber of Commerce from the a mount of practice he put in. Mike Chmura was our blues singer. Herndon, Berry, Cunning- ham, and Rozerswieg were quiet when fed and bedded down. Jim Campbell was always a good cook and Bechard was always ready to help him — with the eating. Busha wasn ' t very scared the day we got tangled up in the synthetic mine field in the Yellow Sea but he went up the ladder in about the same length of time it took Mr. Burroughs to come off the torpedo deck during a Kamikaze raid. Last, but not least, we have Mopsy Salon, a long time civilian striker who always wanted to leave the Navy to Navy men. [42] Machine Shop What could be more confusing than a combina- tion of electricians, motor mechs, machinists and metalsmiths? It sounds bad, but patience is our virtue. Traditionally the electricians do nothing and the auxiliary gang helps them. That is, ever since father (slave driver) Stiers left us. I love me, who do you love? Gardner is a small scale of him. His motto is Manual labor as a last resort only — for him. It ' s too bad that all chiefs couldn ' t be like H.P. Bakowsky, (gods ' gift to women). All in all we have had some pretty swell people with us. Remem- ber cracker Jack Latheman ; Chambers, always busy if he was seasick; Smiles Nelson, the Coca Cola King ; Jewels Furci; Tug Boat Sawdon; or the man from the Atlas Ad, Body beautiful Pendergrass; Mouse Miller; Kittell, the man who loved the BULLARD most ; our poet, Weston ; our artist, Tolland, who studied anatomy Braille system; Spanos, Stiers ' little helper; Blue steam Blatt; Bobby sock Green; Cravey and his ivory nut teeth ; Klondyke Erickson ; Chastain, the grow- ing boy (what an appetite) ; MAA (best dressed) Childers, the No. 1 man on the ships ' hit list ; Pfc. Buchanan, too bad the Navy couldn ' t have shipped him over; Methusalah James, the trav- eler; Hips Arel, who will be the last plank owner off; our blue eyed boy Ohio Joe Gieger, who is running him a close second ; Tall tale Taylor is still with us; Sack rat Chevalier, the soft solder expert; Three man Jones, the perpetual motion man; Half a thousandths Sprague — is he a ma- chinist or magician ? ; Smith, the man with the high forehead; Milton, skin head (before his discovery of battery acid) ; Wynn, better known as Crosby Jr. ; Okie Maxon — clothes make the man; Short circuit Westmoreland, the boy wonder; Slow motion Lovelace; Sack seeker Singer; Chink Wille, Colorado ' s gain and the Navy ' s loss, just ask Stiers; Sailor Winnie; and of course, Five-foot two eyes of blue Berki, mother ' s little helper. Although the going has been pretty tough at times, we have all done our best to keep things going and help keep everyone as happy as possible. Through this book we hope to reach the ones that have already left and wish them the best of luck and hope they will always remember the Mighty B , a truly great ship. 3rd row, L to R — Smith D.J., Sprague, Stiers, Geiger, Bakowsici, Childers, Nelson. 2nd row, L to R — Pendergrass, Gardner, Westmore- land, Wille, Milton, Buchanan. 1st row, L to R — Wynn, Lovelace, Berki, Chevalier, Maxon, Arel. Missing from picture — Taylor, Winnie, Milton. [43] X hi f ' um Radiomen Main radio should be better known as Hap ' s 24-hour joe and information service (pants pressing and chaplain services on the side). Hardison ' s wise, kindly and slightly weary voice has counselled the BULLARD ' s radio gang these many long months through many a tight squeek. Hap has three second class adjutants to ride herd on these characters , admittedly the best potential padded cell material on board : Elmer Lynn — regu- lar Navy (poor boy), lately more voluminous than ever in his letter writing, his new baby boy, you know; Murph Murphy — hibernian, shamrocks and blarneyfull, promoter of field days and blank stuffing bees ; and Bill Clarke, the little man with the curved pipe referred to sometimes as Zizu. Bill is unshaken in his faith that the beautiful creature back in New England will standby for him until he becomes a chief. Those who do the work (safe to print now that I ' m a civilian), but create the SNAFU ' s, headaches and snarls, thereby earning third class pay, include Dave Schmucker — aspiring musician of Canton, Ohio, with rockbound opinions on anything at all, and penchants for remaining in that awkward stage ; Snack — the Dane with the long name of Schnackenberg, who fools many with his age, but according to Schmucker, is too old for this racket; Johnny Halliburton — once of the PT ' s Atlantic Fleet, is of the belief that Snack is entirely right in thinking everybody in the radio gang is crazy ex- cept Snack; Fooey Love — that Okie with the desire to shell corn out of the RBO and render happy all the little pigeons pictured in a leather album to be found in the TBS room ; Stormy Backherms, a Buckeye, but unable to always see eye-to-eye with his fellow Ohioan, Dave Schmucker ; George Ray — the quiet boy with the phobia for pouncing on blackheads and talking so low that Halliburton, Hardison and Snack are wearing out the word What? and seem more deaf than ever. Among those who will inherit the BULLARD and who remain capable of normal surprise at the odd tangents of the dit-happy we have Frank (lawyer) Loya; our George, strong in hii faith that seamen are the prime movers in Naval Communi- cations; Rudolph Kratky, tender offshoot of a Navy class-A school who particularly enjoys giving Stormy a bad time; Lightening Lisk, who will not hesi- tate to say he is from Hollywood and who does not confine all of his research to Naval Comm Instruc- tions. Then there is Dee, the technician, who always asks for a Hap Hardison coffee shop special be- fore he goes to work and fixes a receiver or trans- mitter in main radio. [44] The Bador Men Radar won the war — That may be a sh ' ght over statement, for we all know the Mighty B won the war, with, of course, the undying help of the Radar gang and the radar. Every gang has its big shots — our biggest shot, chief buUshooter, and personal chaplain was pipe smoking, tobacco chewing. Pappy Spangler, dean of the Radar Shack. Second in command, with a self-explanatory handle is Blue Gums Alves, whose shingle, unofficially, hangs out in the ship ' s galley. Alves and Joe Caton, our favorite bathtub baritone, whose theme song, In the Pines, claimed fame out Tokyo way, both hail from Provincetown, Mass. Our big dealer, woman killer, and general handyman, when he was handy, was Stevee Kova- chik, from Girard, Ohio. Charpy Charpentier, our personal French representative, and Koury, our latest addition to the gang, have been holding down the cooks ' job at the Radar Snack Bar. The man known as H. L. (Dingle) Lineberry has seen enough of this Navy, or so he tells us every day, that it will never happen again. In fact, he says, It shouldn ' t happen to a dog. The Clark Gable, Errol Flynn, department is held down by the Penn- sylvania Kid, Jack McGrogan, or so he tells us. R. L. Chamberlain is the signalman ' s radarman. Some wonder why he is not in the signal gang, but I guess he is just too good a radarman to change. Plank Owner Gus Randolph was an excellent radarman until that day when he went off to school. What happened? He came back a radar technician. But even with all that, he is still a top notch fellow. Speaking of radar technicians, we have another, RT Charlie Ruggles. Charlie was an excellent technician until — he got married. Since then he hasn ' t been the same old Charlie as we used to know. We trust eventually it is all for the best. Finding T. K. Skinker was like looking for a needle in a hay stack. If he wasn ' t in sick bay, playing pharmacist mate, or in the RCM (Dark room) printing pictures, he was probably on watch. If not there your guess is as good as anyone ' s. And so the radar gang goes, a bunch of top fellows, who with all their faults and short-comings, are proud of being part of that bigger gang that all together won the war and will keep the peace. The Sound Gang Remember us, the ping jockeys? We played our part in the war sitting behind a machine called the sonar stack, straining our ears for the echo of enemy submarines that never came. But we man- aged to give the crew a few thrills when suspicious contacts were reported. Our gang, like all the others, is made up of characters whose individual traits made each one different than anyone else in the crew. Murphy is the quiet fellow who never wastes words, but can entertain you for hours on end with his one-man band and seemingly endless flow of stories. Guns DeFonteny is well known to all hands for his chitter chatter about everything in general and the Navy in particular. Oklahoma fulfills the dreams of many a Californian, and if you don ' t believe it you have never talked to Dickinson. Arguing about anything and taking either side was Dick ' s pet way of pass- ing the time. We proudly hail Huff as a member of our gang. Freddie snowed us under at one time or another with his numerous sea stories about the North Atlantic and his hair-raising trips on the old four pipers . Mentioning the name Moe , will be enough to remind you of Lavato, a personality that ' s hard to beat. The newest addition to our gang is Shorty Steeves, whose length and wit put him in a class of his own. He likes tin can duty but as he once stated, They ain ' t long enough when I ' m laying down, er tall enough when I ' m stand- ing! Wheeler is easily identified as the fellow with fringed dungarees. Rackets Young, our leading petty officer and materiel man, earns his name by being so unafraid of work, he can sleep next to any job. I 45 I Radiomen 3rd row, L to R — Schnockenberg, Clarke, Hordison, Murphy B.J., Lynn, Mohlmon. 2nd row, L to R — Bockherms, Bryant, Cutorelli, Loyo, Schmucker. 1st row, L to R — Love, Halliburton, Litk, Lowe. Missing from picture — Kratky, Ray. M.X M ' C hifiUhH Radar-Soundmen 3rd row, L to R — Steeves, DeFonteny, Spongier, Line- berry. 2nd row, L to R — Murphy C.C., Kovochik, Ruggles, Alves, Skinker, Dee. 1st row, L to R — Chorpentier, Young W.H., Cham- berlain, Caton, McGrogon. Missing from picture — Wheeler, Dickinson, Koury, Huff, Lovato, Randolph. [46] The Quartermasters This motley array of talent includes such star per- formers as Hashmark Harry Luessen, who is forever trying to beat Sinatra at his own game; Aultz, well known for his CIC complex and a peculiar knack for breaking fuel hoses ; Shypolk Raddatz, who is forced to wear sunglasses to soften the glare from his shoe shine; Wemmelman, who spends his spare time cutting paper dolls; Hand- some Charlie Holland, the BULLARD ' s gift to the women — of China ; Bates, the rumor manufac- turer, who tried to drydock the BULLARD on the fantail of the NORTH CAROLINA; Biceps Michaud, whose penchant of signal practice is keep- ing strikers on other ships awake. The chief function of the above mentioned char- acters is to keep the OOD ' s straightened out by their efficient handling of the logs, anunciators, steering equipment, charts, publications, and finding stars for the navigator and bailing out after-steering. The Signal Gang The signal gang has been waving skivvys and blinking lights together since September, 1943. During that time they have become one of the crack signal gangs of the fleet. While operating with first line task forces they have earned several Well Done ' s from high ranking fleet admirals, plus a good word here and there from such famed carriers as the ESSEX and BUNKER HILL. Of the original seven there are but six left since Poppa Dionne left to become a civilian. These include such characters as Hanks, who gets a daily letter off to his Love, come hell, highwater, or Kamikazes; Machine Gun Parker, the chef of the signal gang ; Jones, whose hobby is girls ; Turtle Chambers, the Casanova from Connecti- cut ; Stud Cannon, who is anxious to get back to his dancing lessons now that he has won the war ; and lastly Liberty Hound Didier, who is taking home a paint scraper-as a token of the war. The Pharmacists Mates With our motto, We will keep as many men at as many guns as much of the time as possible as our incentive, our work goes on. And if it is a little work you need. Chief Curry, Weaver, Hinkle or Riley are the boys you should see . . . that is if Dr. Gabroy isn ' t around. So whether it ' s sympathy or pills, the boys are there to help, phj ' sically or otherwise. [47] The Yeomen How many points have I got? Hey, fellas, can I look at my record? Through the clicking of the typewriter keys and scrambling of paper, these infamous words continue to stab at them. Yes, the feather merchants of the Mighty B are about to be unveiled. Our guiding light (so it says here) was Chief Tex Cooper. Second in command was Fred Hague. No wonder they call him Rocks , for when the war ended, he still had thirty months to serve before permanently joining his better half! Lou Deumite hails from a small town way down south, Oberlin, Louisiana (wherever that is). Lon is commonly known as the sparkplug of the gang. L. D. Biddle, the proud poppa of a bouncing baby daughter, takes care of the confidential work in his spare moments . During his better days aboard, L. D. was known as the Flash of Sky Control. We are proud to present The Old Man of the gang, Chuck Mantia, who also has a bouncing baby girl . . . eighteen years old. Thescourage of South St. Louis, Becky Beckman is the main cause for the thinning of the Chief Engineer ' s hair. Now that the unveiling of the feather merchants is completed, it is with deepest sincerity that we wish our shipmates success in the peace for which we are proud to have done our small share in gaining. |-ir.| QUARTERMASTERS AND SIGNAL GANG 3rd row, L to R — Botes, Chambers, Hollond, Jones J.D., Connon. 2nd row, L to R — Honks, Roddotz, Luessen, Aultz, Porker. 1st row, L to R — Koutz, Wemmelmon, Didier. Missing from picture — Michoud. ff 9 ' C hMAhn PHARMACISTS MATES AND YEOMEN 2nd row, L to R — Hogue, Cooper, Curry, Beckmon. 1st row, L to R — Deumite, Weaver, Montia, Biddle, Missing from picture — Riley. stt% [49; ' Plank Owners ' ' Almost three years ago they stood there, more than three hundred strong, waiting for the commissioning pen- nant to be raised and another fighting ship made a part of Uncle Sam ' s Navy. . . . There were tense moments in which many questions entered the minds of all: Where are we going? . . . What is destroyer life like? ; and most insistent of all, How long will we be gone? Yet, with all these things in mind there was still that feeling of security one expe- riences at such times. To the men it was to become more than just another ship ... it was to be their home. To most of them it was something new, yet here it was, the moment they had been waiting for, to be part of a crew of a fighting ship. There was music for the occasion, speeches by important people, and again a captain assumed command of a new ship. Turn to was piped, and the ship became alive. I 50 I The plank Ou MtA These are the men who remained aboard from the day of commis- sioning to the cessation of Hostilities, August 15, 1945: Adams, E. A. AiNSWORTH, E. R. Alicea, J. A. Altman, F. M. Alves, F. S. Arel, R. G. Arnold, H. T. Arnold, R. W. aslanian, a. AuLTz, F. A. Avery, W. A. azanow, l .v. Bach, W. E. Bagwell, J. A. Bailey, W. D. Baker, A. V. Bakowski, a. F. Baldacci, a. p. Ban, E. M. Bates, C. Bechard, a. a. Belleville, L. J. Berry, R. C. BiRON, L. W. Blouin, J. R. Bober, D. Bolda, E. E. Bolduc, M. L. Bonenfant, L. L. Bowser, A. B. Brackett, D. H. Brayton, F. E. Breau, E. a. Briggs, R. W. Brisbois, J. C. Brown, A. R. Brown, H. W. Brown, M. T. Bryant, S. H. Bundy, J. E. BUSHA.W. H. Campanella, F. G. Campbell, J. L. Cannon, T. R. Carmine, L. V. Casabian, H. C. Casinghino, J. C. Catelli, a. a. Catelli, a. N. Caton, I. J. Catyb, K. a. Chamberlain, R. N. Chambers, A. Charpentier, N. E. Chevalier, A. E. Childers, D. J. Chmura, W. a. Clarke, W. R. Clear, W. F. Clifford, R. S. Connelly, V. R. Cooper, G. S. Crawley, K. J. Cummings, D. E. Curry, L. R. Dawson, E. Dee, E. O. DeFonteny, L. F. Devan, S. Doherty, T. F. Foley, R. C. Fry, R. D. Griffin, E. G. Grove, W. C. Hague F. B. Hanks, C. J. Hardison, W. R. Hathaway, H. B. Herrington, B. K. Hirst, L. G. Howard, J. L. Humphrey, T. R. Jackson, E. R. Johnson, H. H. Jones, J. D. Kent, R. J. kovachik, s. j. Lenkewich, a. Marshall, C. T. McCabe, E.J. McCollum, J. H. McNellis, E.J. MiNTZ, W. F. Moon, W. R. Morrow, W. R. moynihan, w. f. Nelson, K. J. Nichols, F. T. O ' Neill, C. F. Owens, M.P. Powers, G. F. Raddatz, J. R. Roggeman, p. a. Rueschman, G. E. Salon, E. B. Schneider, R. S. Schroeder, T. E. Shimer, p. E. Spangler, p. L. Stewart, F. R. Stiers, F. a. Straley, C. E. Sunday, F. E. Townsend, p. W. Traver, N. Ulstad, M. O. Vaughn, R. L. Walters, L. K. Weaver, J. H. Wemmelmann, E. O. Wheeler, C. H. White, R. N. Williams, J. C. Wollard, G. M. Wright, W. [5 TKe Life ' ' Tin Can Sailors There ' s a roll and a pitch and a heave and a hitch. To the nautical gait they take. For they ' re used to the cant of the decks aslant. As the white toothed combers break. On the plates that thrum like the beaten drum. To the thrill of the turbine ' s might. As the knife bow leaps through the yeasty deeps. With the speed of a shell in flight. Oh their scorn is quick for the creivs that stick. To the battleship ' s steady floor. For they love the lurch of their oivn frail perch At thirty-five knots or more. They don ' t give much of drill and such That the battleship sailors do. But they sail the seas in their dungarees, A grimy destroyer ' s crew They needn ' t climb at their sleeping time To a hammock that sways and bumps. They leap kerplunk to a cozy bunk That quivers and bucks and jumps. They hear the sound of the sea that pounds On the quarter-inch plates of steel. And close their eyes to the lullabies Of the creaking sides and keel. They ' re a lusty crowd that is vastly proud Of the lean grey craft they drive; Of the roaring flues and humming screws That make her a thing alive. They love the lunge of her surging plunge. And the murk of her smoke screen, too. As they sail the seas in their dungarees; A grimy destroyer ' s crew. f55J etnefnief Remember when you first walked down to the dock to report aboard, the very first time you saw her; how serene she lay, so securely an chored out there in the bay — 2100 tons of steel. It didn ' t look as if it would have been any easier to move her than it would have been to move Gibraltar. But gosh, what a f,iker! She didn ' t act any more solid than a feather in a breeze . . . showed you, too, didn ' t she, especially that night she rolled 42° while anchored. Remember, that was when we were still playing the part of Philanderer of the Pohai ; but it was sort of indicative of her whole nature . . . fickle as a woman . . . sure she was solid ; but still she was so damn ornery that she rolled every time a flying fish crashed into her side . . . just to keep you thinking about her. That is the one big thing about a destroyer, once aboard, she is in your hair. You get to know just how much she will roll with rudder hard aport, and unconsciously you brace that outboard leg to keep your head level, and you can soon tell how much breath to hold, as she starts going up, up, UP, sticking her bow high off the crest of a wave, in order to keep you steady when the water gives way, and she comes roaring crashing down. You can soon tell when to reach for that joe cup just before it takes off into space. These all grow to be uncon- scious acts, but they never end; day and night you are fighting her, day and night she keeps reminding you that you are a destroyer man, and in order for you to boss her you have to be able to take all the pitching and tossing she can put out. Remember, too, that paint job she had . . . but then came rust . . . and it didn ' t take long for the beautiful coat she was wearing to leave. And that old endless circle started . . . scrape and paint . . . SCRAPE AND PAINT. Remember the days you had to fight to get a tomato can full of paint, and by the time you rushed with it back to that spot you had just scraped, it had already turned that awful red. Well, that too, was just another of her caprices, for like a woman she wanted a lot of new clothes, and brother, if you were going to sail on her, you were going to be the guy that furnished those clothes . . . even her bloomers. I wonder how many pairs we had to sew for her or how many pairs she ripped so badly that we had to get new ones . . . including the leather pair that we had made back on the coast- — and which didn ' t last. She didn ' t have much to offer in the way of rec- reation. But it was so seldom that she wasn ' t out looking for trouble with the enemy, and usually finding it, too. What diversions there were seemed to you a welcome relief. Those movies on the fantail . . . you would grab a bucket or a box and stake out a claim on the available deck space. Sometimes you could see the whole movie without the projection machine breaking down or a reel getting fouled up . . . and if everything else was working right, there were always those rain squalls to spoil your view of the screen. Those little cloud- bursts always seemed to find that square foot of deck you were occupying, too. Nor will you forget the recreation parties that were so few and far be- tween. After being at sea for a period of anywhere from two weeks to two months, you would have the doubtful privilege of standing in a two-hour line for a couple of cans of luke-warm beer. If you made it through the afternoon without having to be carried back to the ship, you were ready for sea again, and swore they ' d never get you over on the beach for another recreation party if it meant that you would stay aboard until the ship hits the states . . . you were home again, on your ship. She kinda ' squeezed you in at times, too, didn ' t she? When you first saw her did you ever guess that there would come days in which you had to exist in one of those little gun mounts? Remember that 72-hour stretch in the cold, while playing hide and seek off the coast of Kyushu ? We learned there that she was made of steel . . . cold, hard steel. But all of this pitching and rolling and rusting [56 and squeezing was merely her way of teaching you to be proud that you were a tin can sailor and that you could take everything she could dish out. You see, you had to do it, in order that she in turn could do everything her Uncle Sammy wanted her to. And she did, too. Her worst moments of not behaving seemed to concentrate on the meal hours. No matter how smooth it was at any other time of the day, it always became rough the moment you sat down to eat. There was a trick to it that you soon learned though. Using one hand to transfer the chow from your tray to your mouth, you would manipulate the tray with your free hand to discourage a union be- tween the dessert and the mashed potatoes. And another thing you ' ll not forget is the queer sensation that comes from drinking an ice cold drink from a red hot cup, and the disappointment that follows when the cup and the drink neutralize each other and the once cold lemonade tastes like bilge water. There was also a certain feeling of irregularity as you ate your ice cream before you tackled the soup. Of course, if you preferred you could do it the con- ventional way . . . provided you didn ' t mind drink- ing your ice cream. You ' ll have to admit though that your ship fed you regularly, at least, even if it wasn ' t the same fare you would choose for yourself She was as fast as anything afloat, and though, like the men who sailed her, she would much rather take it easy, still when the occasion required she could really show you that speed. Remember (how could you forget) when she used to race the Divine Winds up and down the coast of Japan? Always won, too! Not by much, but that was her nature, better than the next chap, but save a little for the next race. Yes — never guilty of unnecessary work! You ' ll be able to remember all these things, and it will even take years to get over cursing her, but the day will come when the hardship she caused you is forgotten and the pleasant moments you had will seem bigger and more important. Then you ' ll re- member nights of lying awake beneath warm tropi- cal skies and you ' ll forget that the decks were just hard steel. And you ' ll remember times when death came close, and you trusted her to pull you through. And you ' ll remember how proud you were of her as she returned to port after a long hard trip, and how you worked to get her cleaned and painted so she would be the best looking thing to enter the channel. And now when you get to thinking about it she probably was — just about one of the best things that ever poked her nose into the Pacific. [57] STAND BY YOUR BAG SEA LEGS ONE EASY .... [58; DROPPING THE HOOK . ACTION PORT HOLIDAY ROUTINE [59] STORMY WEATHER OVER THE SIDE POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE? [60] THROTTLE ONE TRIM IT ATLAS AND TWO SCREW 61 Mail Call During the long and monotonous days at sea there is one word that never fails to awaken interest and serves as an inexhaustible topic for discussion — mail. It is the most important single factor in a sailor ' s life including sack-time, and that ' s going pretty fair. Once the word starts to circulate that there is mail in the vicinity every- body asks the eternal question. Where ' s our mail? It is at this point that that long suffering and patient individual, the mailman, becomes the center of attraction. He is easily recognized by the large and noisy group that constantly dogs his footsteps, each clamoring for the same answer to the same question. As a last resort, he usually escapes into the post office and locks the door. When, finally, the message arrives instructing the ship to proceed and pick up mail, the general excitement reaches fever pitch. Estimates on the number of bags increases by leaps and bounds. How many bags did you say? Fifteen? I heard it was 25. G ' wan it ' s 40; I saw the message. Who says it ' s guard mail? And so it goes. As we pull alongside the other ship, tlje decks are crowded, all eyes watching the proceedings. The deck-apes rig their whip with a will and bag after bag comes across. After the sacks are all aboard the mailman blandly announces that there is no mail for the BULLARD. We are merely to deliver it to another task group. These are the times that try men ' s souls. But there is always hope and before long another rumor will inevitably start. By this time the mailman is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and the casual observer might wonder at the hunted look on his face. Then suddenly the word blares over the 1-MC 2nd Division standby on the fantail to receive Uncle Sugar mail. This is it. This is what we ' ve been waiting for. Again those grimy, precious, canvass sacks swing across between the ships and are reverently carried up to the post office. For the next hour or so the post office is the scene of furious activity and uproar until the last letter has been given out, after which the mailman usually collapses in a quiet corner. Peace and quiet once more reign throughout the the ship. Everyone is occupied with thoughts that carry them thousands of miles away. News, good and bad — a new daughter here — a new son there — a girl friend married here — word of a buddy ' s death there — some with many letters, more with few. And then there are those peculiar characters who are never satisfied. Hey, I only got 44 letters. My wife writes every day and two days are missing. My girl friend only wrote four times in one week. I ' m going to write and tell her a fe w things! Aw, Nuts! Such is life. And when the last letter is read, the eternal question arises, Where ' s our mail? 62] HERE IT COMES . . MARTIN ' S MOMENT . . AT LAST .... [63] Rescue at Sea Of all the roles played by destroyers during the war, one of the most important and least known is that of rescuing pilots forced down at sea. Almost every destroyer in the fleet has at one time or another been given this task, and the Bullard is no excep- tion. On twenty-four different occasions she has sped to the rescue of some hapless pilot, fished him out of the sea, warmed him with a shot of brandy, given him an exchange of dry clothing, tucked him into an officer ' s sack, and in general, made him feel that he was again among the living. It is one job which, although dangerous — the destroyer, when retrieving a pilot, must come to a dead stop thus offering a sitting duck target for submarines — is relished by all destroyermen. In many instances the pilot is forced down as a result of furnishing protection for the very ship which later picks him up. It is for this reason that a strong and enduring friendship has sprung up between airmen and tin-can sailors. The pilots have a great respect and liking for the men of these doughty little ships and the rough and easy way in which they carry out their varied assignments. And the men of the ships feel that for every pilot pulled out of the water they have made another payment toward the great debt they owe the Navy Airmen. Man the plane crash detail. All hands rush topside, eager to spot the familiar splotch of bright green dye, which usually means the pilot is in the near vicinity. Sometimes the search is rewarded with only a few pieces of floating debris — marking the watery grave of another gallant flier. But more often the search proves fruitful. Someone shouts, There he is, off the starboard bow, ' and all eyes strain in that direc- tion. While the nets, lifelines, heaving lines, and other necessary gear are made ready for instant use, the ship slowly maneuvers into position and comes to a dead stop a few yards from the pilot. A life preserver is tossed to him ; he is pulled in slowly, helped up over the side, and taken to sick bay for a physical check-up. A few da s later he is returned to his carrier and one of Uncle Sam ' s most valued fighting men, a Navy Pilot, is again air-borne settling his score with the enemy. I 64 FOUND RESCUED K 5i Awards and Commendations SILVER STAR COMMANDER BERNARD F. FREUND UNITED STATES NAVY While assigned to duty with a carrier task force, he successfully carried out all missions assigned to his ship. During the decisive action of? RABAUL, TARAWA and the MARSHALLS, he consistently distinguished himself by great professional skill, high courage and inspiring leadership. BRONZE STAR LT. COMMANDER THOMAS C. HART UNITED STATES NAVY LIEUTENANT HENRY F. RODNER JR. UNITED STATES NAVY FRANK ALTMAN, SEAMAN 1 c UNITED STATES NAVY RESERVE These men distinguished themselves b ' heroic and meritorious achievement in con- nection with operations against the enemy off Okinawa. LT. COMMANDER HART, while serving as Executive Officer displayed keen foresight and exceptional tactical ability as. Combat Officer. Through his courage and professional skill LT. RODNER caused his battery to destroy four enemy aircraft and assisted in the destruction of three others. FRANK ALTAIAN, while manning a 20MM gun, was solely responsible for the destruction of one Japanese plane and maintained a severe and accurate gunfire against several enemy planes. [66] LETTERS OF COMMENDATION LT. E. J. BURROUGH UNITED STATES NAVY RESERVE FRANK STIERS, CHIEF ELECTRICIAN ' S MATE UNITED STATES NAVY RESERVE THOMAS DOHERTY, CHIEF BOATSWAIN ' S MATE UNITED STATES NAVY These men displayed exceptional courage and outstanding leadership while alongside the burning carrier FRANKLIN. Through their untiring efforts and professional skill they were instrumental in extinguishing fires on the stricken carrier. . . . The gallantry in action, the extraordinary courage and leadership of these men were at all times in keeping with the highest traditions of naval service. . . . BRONZE STAR LT. H. F. RODNER . . . FRANK ALTMAN, Sl c [67] Days of Adventure Nips of Romance With the end of the war came a new life for the BULLARU. Still a fitihtinj; ship manned by fighting men, she was gradually forced to begin a life that resembled somewhat the life of a peacetime destroyer. No more dawn general quarters (despite pleas from the restless fighting men for one more tomorrow, just for old times sake ); the naviga- tional lights came into use once again so that ou could now not only smoke all day but all night, too; a few people even got off watch but were usually so restless at night that they got up and stood one any- way! A few other minor changes were also noted: A few very old plankowners aboard actually remem- bered where the brass on the ship was, and after scraping off several coats of paint managed to get it shined up. That convinced everyone that peace- time had arrived. It was during this radical change that the BUL- LARD wended her way from Okinawa up into new and unexplored territory (at least for the BUL- LARD). As we left for new adventure there was the tension of excitement rife throughout the ship, for the word had gotten out, as it always does, straight from the after head or after fireroom that we were going to operate around China. Everyone was having beautiful visions every hour on the hour of himself strolling through Shanghai clothed in the finest silks and smoking opium nonchalantly, or making liberty in the International Settlement, or (and this was the most popular vision hearkening back to the tales of the old navy about China duty) . . . seeing his own little house ashore complete with all modern conveniences, including hot and cold running Chinese girls. However, fate decreed that the BULLARD should not reap any such harvest of liberty and high living. We steamed along up through the Yellow Sea, which isn ' t yellow at all, and nonchalantly blew up a mine here and there. Every morning the carriers sent their planes out and we cheered might- ily until some wise guy who hadn ' t been cut in on all the dope would ask, What are you cheering for? He had use there, but we continued to be in high spirits. Every so often we furnished support for a Marine landing on Korea or China, so we weren ' t really just extraneous gear. One morning our little task force nosed its way through a very narrow passage up near Port Arthur called Rotetsuzan Strait. Here for the first time everyone got a good close-up view of the Orient — land of mystery— for the ship came within ten miles of land, and although several Chinese fishing vessels and other assorted small sailing vessels had the right of way, the BULLARD just breezed by them throwing caution to the winds. We all felt very magnanimous toward our little yellow brothers, and consequently gave them a hearty wave of the hand. They merely looked at us and went on about their menial tasks, probably wondering what all those ships were running around for. One Chinese fisher- man was overheard to say to his partner, Don ' t they know that the war is over? His buddy re- plied, Well, there ' s always someone who doesn ' t get the word. Nevertheless, onward we steamed into a romantic little bay called the Gulf of Pohai (pronounced Pohigh) where the sun came up every morning like thunder over China cross the bay. Unfortunately, we could spend only a few days in this paradise on this trip but we knew that we would return, and once again enjoy the panoramic scenery and the smooth, muddy water of this heaven on earth. It was during one of these days spent in the ro- mantic, above-mentioned gulf that everyone once again enjoyed that old feeling of excitement, or as it is described by honest men — scared as all H ! Our blood ran cold and there was a huge over- supply of adrenalin as we all realized that we were passing through a minefield ! It was during the usually quiet noon hour when everyone is trying to recover from the food by sleeping a half hour or so. The officer of the deck was awakened by an extra- loud snore of the JA talker and happened to notice from his position, hanging over a bulwark, that a huge mine submerged about ten feet below the sur- face had just missed the ship by a few feet. The word was passed instantly and soon officers and men were fighting madly for life jackets and advan- tageous perches on the masts, director, etc. For half an hour we seemed to miss mine after mine almost miraculously. Finally, however, the mines turned out to be a strange brand of frustrated jellyfish who made up for it by lying around the Yellow Sea area scaring poor, innocent, American sailors. There was no harm done, except it was the first time in the [68] history of the ship that everyone was topside during siesta time. The BULLARD was back in Okinawa very shortly for a little repair and recreation (we thought). Since China had offered nothing because we couldn ' t seem to get into a port there, it looked as if digging up a few skulls around the hills of Okinawa would have to suffice. This strange hope was soon shattered by the lack of small boats to carry liberty parties, and also a typhoon that dropped in for a windy visit one night. The less said about all this, the better, so let us go up again into the aforementioned Gulf of Pohai where we once again find the BULLARD after her short, but unpleas- ant, stay in Okinawa. The first few days in Pohai weren ' t bad at all — the weather was rather nice and the ship anchored every night. The movies on the forecastle were even a little above average, so, in general, morale was pretty good. But day by day the same routine be- came a little monotonous and everyone was soon dreaming of stateside, liberty, home and mother, etc. Gradually the weather became much worse with the temperature dropping and frequent storms springing up out of nowhere without any warning. The foc ' sle was a mighty frigid place during movies and only the most rabid fan could sit through a whole movie that we had seen three times anyway. Things went from bad to worse with no fresh food available and what was even worse — no mail ! Ever one on board knew all the magazines by heart and were reading them over for the umpteenth time just for something to do. Needless to say, everyone was slowly going mad or Asiatic as they say. The situation was relieved a little when a carrier offered to take aboard a group of destroyer men every day and let them roam around to their heart ' s content, watch the flight operations, etc. Every night about thirty men would come back on board with a few tons of pogey bait, spare airplane parts, and everything else that hadn ' t been lashed down securely. There was a rumor that the engineers had reassembled a Hellcat in the after fireroom, but this was only idle talk. It was a Corsair! It was during this period that several songs reached the top of the BULLARD hit parade and stayed there for several weeks. Among the top tunes were Won ' t You Winter With Me in the Old Yellow Sea? , When Winter Draws Nigh in the Gulf of Pohai , Take Me Out to the War Games , and others too numerous or indecent to mention. Just when it seemed as if complete darkness would soon engulf the ship, the old proverbial silver lining of every cloud came through and we were told that we would go to Tsingtao for liberty for about a week. Then one day the ship reverberated with growls, whistles, etc., and any number of men could be seen pawing the deck, and breathing heavily. Yes, it was true. The ship had been ordered back to the States. For some strange reason everyone was big buddies once again, and a few people even forgot to gripe about the food. But first, Tsingtao and a look at China to find out if all the stories about the Orient were true. Blues would be the uniform for liberty, so after nine months they were dug out of lockers and worked over until they looked halfway presentable. Some intrepid adventurers even washed theirs, but later regretted it since they were looked down upon by Chinese society for having that peculiar clean smell ! Just before getting into Tsingtao, the doctor got out his book on China and evidently was horri- fied at what he found. The suchi-maguchi germ that was running rampant among the bushes of Okinawa was a piker compared to the germs that had control of China. As a result, the doctor gave the greatest 1-MC speech of his career on the way into China and told us all to go ashore and have a e ond tiriie, BUT don ' t buy anything, don ' t touch anything, don ' t eat anything, don ' t drink anything, don ' t look at anything, and above all, don ' t breathe the air — it ' s deadly! Nevertheless, everyone went ashore and mingled with the teeming millions, even though at the risk of their lives. Tsingtao turned out to be quite a charming place just loaded with Japanese-made sou- venirs and American watches. The rate of exchange of money was a trifle confusing at first- — it hardly seemed that one American dollar was worth forty- two hundred Chinese. But everyone soon got accus- tomed to walking around with thousands of dollars in his pocket, and men were soon fulfilling the life- long ambition of lighting cigars with hundred dollar bills. It is still a question of who got the best of t he deal, the Chinese or the Americans. There are a few men beginning to wonder if all that cloth really is pure silk ; or all those rings pure silver, but if you can ' t trust those people, then who can you trust? At least we all know that everything we bought was Velly good, Joe, and who could ask for a better guarantee than that? No matter what the cost, everyone got his share of Chinese tea, silk, rings, pipes, hats, dresses, kimonas, etc. Of course, nobody knows what they ' re good for, but we have them. And so the BULLARD left the romantic Orient and the natives crowded along the beaches reaching their arms out to us and chanting in their native tongue a strange ode which meant, Come back! Come back and pay your bills! And as the Gulf of Pohai faded in the distance in the beautiful Chi- nese sunset, the officers and men of the BULLARD could be seen looking back at the exquisite scene with the suggestion of a tear in their eye, and murmuring to themselves in a low reminiscent voice, Don ' t think it hasn ' t been swell, because it hasn ' t! [69; PAGODA PIER I- M TSINGTAO LIBERTY NATIONALIST HEADQUARTERS [70] CHINESE TAXI .... Uj i 1 ( -, r ■■VTWeLaiiiiiWWi PHUEY-SHANTUNG DOWNTOWN 71] 72] AUGUST 15 August 15, 1945 was a great day, a day we will always remember. Few days in our short lives will be as momentous, few as far reaching. For this was the day the Japanese government capitulated — V-J Day. Yes, this was the day we had been waiting and looking forward to during the seemingly endless months of the great struggle — the day we visioned everytime we had suicide planes dive at us, everytime we went without mail, everytime we went to general quarters. August 15, 1945 dawned another dull and ordinary day. When we finally received the joyous tidings it was like a distant dream or a fervent prayer come true. Slowly we began to come out of the daze and think about our lives in terms of future years rather than the proximity of the ne.xt enemy raid. August 15, 1945 meant a lot of things to a lot of people. To everyone it meant one thing .... GOING HOME ♦ ♦ ♦ [73] ZERO-NINE-ZERO [74] Directory STEEN, E. T., LT. COMDR. 1317 Lakeside Ave. Baltimore, Md. RODNER, H. F., Jr., LT. 447 East 57th St. New York, N. Y. SHEA, J. H., LT. 312 Union St. Macon, Mo. FURR, A. R., LT. 125 West Shestnut Glendale, Cal. DOBSON, W. T., LT. 1057 Martin Place Ann Arbor, Mich. TULLNER, W. W., LT. 4900 Marine Place Sea Isle City, N. J. McNELLIS, E. J., Lt. 5943 South Fairfield Ave. Chicago, 111. MATTHEWS, M. C, LT. (JG) 5449 Torrendale Ave. Philadelphia, Pa. BLACK, A. J., Lt. (JG) 1631 South Elwood Tulsa, Oklahoma GABROY, H. K., LT. (JG) MC 134-52 231st Street Laurelton, L. I., New York THOMMEN, R. C, LT. (JG) 4816 Grand Ave. Western Springs, 111. CRAWFORD, W. A., LT. (JG) 238 Lake Ave. Bridgeport, Conn. GELBACH, M. S., Jr., LT. (JG) SC 153 West Philadelphia Ave. Youngstown, Ohio JUDD, H. O., LT. (JG) 169 Oakland St. Bristol, Conn. HELMINIAK, E. F., LT. (JG) 2956 South 8th St. Milwaukee, Wis. BLASER, W. L., LT. (JG) 1100 Grove St. Evanston, 111. DEAL, F. H., LT. (JG) R. R. No. 1 Parker, Ind. RADER, R. F., LT. (JG) Davenport Club New Rochelle, N. Y. KEITH, R. E., ENS. 1741 Fairview Manhattan, Kansas HOLMAN, D. R., ENS. Route No. 1, Box 1560 Santa Clara, Cal. BRADT, G. G., ENS. 3230 Goldsmith St. San Diego, Cal. BROWN, R. E., ENS. 2838 Broadway Huntington Park, Cal. ALGEO, WARREN, ENS. Hasting-on-the-Hudson, N. Y. ADAMS, C. 254 Cherokee St. New Orleans, La. ADAMS, E. A. 62 Providence St. Portland, Me. AINSWORTH, E. R. Hardwick, Vt. ALICEA, J. A. 64 East 102 Street New York, N. Y. ALTMAN, F. M. 3704 East Osborne Ave. Tampa, Fla. ALVES, F. S. 10 Bradford St. Providencetown, Mass. ARCHAMBAULT, R. J. 180 Lincoln St. Woonsocket, R. I. AREL, R. G. 97 Bridge St. Manchester, N. H. ARNOLD, H. T. Route No. 1, Box 242 Gardendale, Ala. ARNOLD, R. W. Glendale, Texas. ASCIONE, A. P. 230 Slocum Wav Fort Lee, N. J. ASLANIAN, A. 18 Walker St. Concord, N. H. AULTZ, F. A. 701 J 2 Arlington Ave. Jeannette, Penn. AVERY, W. A. 252 Eugene St., S. W. Atlanta, Ga. AZANOW, L. V. 61 McLellan St. Dorchester, Mass. BACH, W. E. 11 Mercer St. New London, Conn. BACKHERMS, H. F. 2283 Schoedinger Ave. Cincinnati, Ohio BAGWELL, J. A. Route No. 2 Bremen, Ga. BAILEY, W. R., Jr. 1414 Rockland Ave. Pittsburgh, Pa. BAKER, A. B. 195 Atwater St. New Haven, Conn. BALDACCI, A. P. 2115 Lamb Ave. Richmond, Va. BAKOWSKI, A. F. 127 Kosciuszko St. Buffalo, N. Y. BAN, E. M. R. D. 1 Vandergrift, Pa. BARKER, F. G. 48 Walnut St. Hohawk, N. Y. BATES, C. Wheelwright, Ky. BECHARD, A. A. 104 Kinsley St. Nashua, N. H. 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