Christmas in the Navy
During a four-year hitch in Uncle Sam's Navy, it was my luck to be one of those sailors who was home for two of those holidays.
First, there was the 1949 holiday when the trip from Key West, Fla., provided some interesting events on the return to the duty station.
The night before my departure from Cassville, the area was visited with one of the most severe ice storms of the decade. There was no way anyone could drive to Springfield for connections flying to Chicago. But, fortunately, the bus was to make one last run before shutting down.
An uneventful trip to Springfield got me there in plenty of time to make the last flight out to Chicago. So, a taxi ride took me to the College Inn, where I spent a couple of hours washing dishes. Wes Trapp, owner, would have it no other way than feeding me one of his lunches, for which I was grateful.
Upon arriving in Chicago on an old DC-3, it was quickly learned no flights out that night to Florida. So I took a couple of blocks' walk to a bed-and-breakfast where members of the Flying Tiger Freight housed when on the ground. Making a quick breakfast the next morning barely made the schedule getting out to Miami, which was very fortunate for me.
Eventually, I got back to Conchland, and was practically met at the office door by the boss, an old destroyer skipper doubling as a public information officer. After chewing a while, he informed me on the next leave, if there was one, that I should choose "surface, sailor, surface."
Shortly thereafter, I was on my way to Pearl Harbor and Pacific fleet indoctrination and eventually to Tokyo, Japan, where I would learn more about the ways of the Navy in that region.
A shortage of PIO personnel rushed two of us aboard a transport headed to the Inchon landing of the First Marine Division. We were given a rushed identification course to assist news personnel from the civilian world. That went well and the U.S. was successful in this venture.
From this location, we pulled several landings in Korea until the Allied forces got their pants whipped as the Chinese entered the conflict and the Marine forces were trapped at the Chosen Reservoir and were fighting their way for rescue at Hungnam, Korea, on the east coast.
Here, about everything the U.S. military had was rushed to the scene to protect the evacuation area until the Marines could fight their way to the sea. This was one of the most spectacular operations witnessed in my career. The ringed boundary was targeted by big guns, including the USS Missouri, to eliminate any penetration by the enemy.
In the meantime, anything but heavy weapons that were being loaded on available vessels was being piled on the inner harbor for eventual demolition by Navy UDT.
The flagship USS Mt. McKinley departed the scene on Christmas Eve, steaming to a safe harbor in the south area, where she anchored for observance of Christmas. This included all the trimmings that might have been on ships of the evacuation fleet, emptied of food for making room for more important cargo.
Sue and I had set up housekeeping in San Diego by the time the next holiday rolled around and decided to spend that year in California. Our little apartment on First Street, just a few blocks from the San Diego Zoo was a pleasant place.
Homesickness set in for the next year and we decided to board the Ford two-door and head home, which we did -- much to the pleasure of family members. A passenger, thought to be a third driver turned out to be of little help on the trip, but we made it straight through in 32 hours.
The return trip back to the final year of service proved somewhat like the first trip home from Florida, as a snowstorm was in the area the day before our departure. The lone slippery road I recall was between Cassville and Washburn.
The remainder of the trip was uneventful.
So far as was ever noticed, the Navy took care to make it possible for the Christmas holiday to be observed by their personnel according to a religious belief. Personnel that could be juggled to provide for an adequate force would be on hand to conduct business and were given whatever leave they had amassed during the previous months.
A couple of quite sufficient Christmas meals were consumed during the holiday times, and it seemed there might have been some more supervision of the cooks in their preparation of that particular meal.
That practice was reserved for when theater of operations permitted it, but hostile activities always required changes to what was observed.
Bob Mitchell is the former editor and publisher of the Cassville Democrat.