The FReeper Foxhole Revisits Typhoon Cobra ~ Disaster at Sea (18 December 1944)

THE LAW OF STORMS

In the weeks before Typhoon Cobra caught the 3rd Fleet by surprise, this map shows the battle plans for strikes against Luzon and Mindoro.

Mr. Baldwin, The New York Times military editor, analyzed records of the Naval Court of Inquiry, log books of the ships concerned, and other accounts of the storm for this article, which is reprinted here.

It was the greatest fleet that had ever sailed the seas, and it was fresh from its greatest triumph. But the hand of God was laid upon it and a great wind blew, and it was scattered and broken upon the ocean. The inexorable Law of Storms -- the Bible of all seamen since the days of astrolabe and sail -- was neglected, and the US Third Fleet, proud in its might, paid the penalty -- more men lost, more ships sunk and damaged than in many of the engagements of the Pacific war. Storms have intervened before in history and nature has adjudicated the small affairs of man. A great wind, as well as Drake of Devon, saved England from the Spanish Armada. But in 500 years of naval history, there had been no wind the like of that which struck the Third Fleet, Admiral William F. Halsey commanding, and humbled it in an hour of victory 17-18 December 1944.

The battle for Leyte Gulf was history; the Japanese Empire only a few weeks before had been dealt a fatal blow. The invasion of Mindoro started 15 December and the Third Fleet was weary from three days of wide ranging strikes against the island of Luzon . As the fleet retired to the east to refuel, the beginning of the end was in sight; enemy land-based air power in the Philippines had been neutralized or destroyed, and MacArthur’s “I have returned” was already loud upon the lips of the world. Admiral Halsey, flying his flag in the battleship NEW JERSEY, dispatched the refueling rendezvous -- 14° 50' north, 129° 57' east, about 500 miles east of Luzon -- to the oilers and to Task Force 38, the carriers, under Vice-Admiral John S. McCain. But on the night of 16-17 December the sea made up and there was the queasiness of impending storm.

The green dots are where Weather Central said the storm was and the purple dots are where Halsey's aerologist said it was. The red dots represent the storm's actual center at those times and the red and black dots numbered 5 mark the position of the storm and of the Third Fleet respectively at 0900 on 18 December.

Sunday, 17 December, dawns dark and brooding, the sea choppy, the wind brisk but fickle, the ships fretful. Across hundreds of miles of ocean the Third Fleet steams, the masts, the flight decks bowing and dipping, swinging in wide arcs across the horizon. Here in all its majesty is the fleet that has humbled Japan -- a score of carriers, big and little; eight battlewagons, numerous cruisers, dozens of destroyers.

The refueling rendezvous is changed three times in search of calmer seas; the Third Fleet makes contact with the 24 big fleet oilers and their escort and, despite the querulous swells, refueling starts. The compulsion of combat, the support needed by those soldiers back on Mindoro , permits no concession to nature. The destroyers -- the little ships that dance in any sea, the ships with empty maws from their days of high speed steaming -- come alongside the tankers and battleships in the morning. But the ocean will have none of it; this is a job for super seamen. There’s nothing but a mad swath of white water between oilers and tin cans as the hungry little ships try to gulp their food through hoses leading from the oilers’ tanks. Some get aboard hundreds of gallons before the lines break and the ships swing wildly apart, but most part line after line as boatswains curse and the water boils aboard the well decks and the steel plates run with oil. Wind force, 26 knots. Barometer 29.74. Temperature 82°. Visibility five miles.

In early afternoon Commander Third Fleet orders fueling suspended, sets course to the northwest, then later to the southwest to escape the center of the approaching storm which is not clearly located. The barometer drops, the winds moan; there’s the uneasy leaden feeling of a hand across the heavens, but the Third Fleet steams on in cruising formation -- the destroyers screening the “big boys,” the antiaircraft guns alert, the sonars pinging, the radars searching, searching. The night is haggard.

Aboard the destroyers the “fiddles” are on the wardroom tables, the sleepers are braced in their bunks, but the sharp motion of the aroused ocean makes sleep fitful and despairing. Barometers fall steadily. Rain squalls and flung spray and spume reduce visibility; station-keeping is difficult -- at times almost impossible. The seas make up; the winds beat and buffet, “but no estimates of the storm center were in agreement,” and not until dawn does the Third Fleet realize it is in the path of the granddaddy of all typhoons. And the fleet oilers and their escorting destroyers and escort carriers -- somewhat to the north and east of the main body -- are directly athwart the eye of the approaching typhoon. Fleet course is ordered changed to 180° due south -- but it is too late; the fury is upon them. NANTAHALA (oiler) … “this ship pitching deeply and heavily.” ALTAMAHA (escort carrier)… “heavy weather making station keeping only approximate.”

Morning fuel reports from many of the destroyers are ominous. All were low the day before; some had de-ballasted (pumped salt water out of their tanks) to prepare to refuel. They are riding light and high; stability is reduced. And their crews know that topside weight has been greatly increased since commissioning by more antiaircraft guns, fire control gear and radar. YARNALL reports 20% of fuel remaining; WEDDERBURN, 15%; MADDOX, HICKOX and SPENCE, 10-15%. The forenoon watch opens, in the words of an old seagoing term, “with the devil to pay and no pitch hot.” The violence of the wind is terrible; it shrieks and whinnies, roars and shudders, beats and clutches. The sea is convulsed, diabolic; the ships are laboring -- laid over by the wind, rolling rapidly through tremendous arcs with sharp violent jerks, pounding and pitching, buried deep beneath tons of water, rising heavily, streaming foam and salt from gunwales and hawse pipes. Violent rain gusts, spin drift blown with the sting of hail, a rack of scud blot out visibility.

The Third Fleet is scattered; few ships see others. Only on the radarscopes do the pips of light loom up to show in wild confusion man’s panoply of power. The deeply laden oilers, the heavy battleships, the larger carriers roll and plunge deeply and violently, but not dangerously, through the towering seas, but for the escort carriers, the light carriers and the destroyers, the struggle is to live. The war now is against nature, not the Japanese; no man in all the fleet had ever felt before the full fury of such a howling, demonic wind.

Some of the fleet is in the dangerous semicircle of the typhoon, where stronger winds drive them toward the storm’s center, and at least one task unit is directly in the center, where the funnel of wind and the boiling ocean leap to climax. At 0820 destroyer DEWEY loses bridge steering control; at 0825 the radar, short-circuited by the flying scud, is out of operation. At 0845 escort carrier ALTAMAHA records in her deck log: 0“Mobile crane on hangar deck tore loose from moorings and damaged three aircraft.” The barometer drops as no seaman there had ever seen it fall before; the wind is up.

Aboard COWPENS an F6F airplane, triple-lashed on the flight deck, breaks loose on a 45° roll and smashes into the catwalk, starting a fire. Men fight it as a bomb handling truck breaks free on the hangar deck and smashes the belly tank of a fighter. Men fight it as a wall of solid green water rips open, like a can opener, the steel roller curtains on the port side of the hangar deck. Men fight it as the anemometer, with one of its cups gone, registers a wind velocity of more than 100 knots; men fight it as the wind and sea pull out of its steel roots the forward 20mm gun sponson. Men fight it as the motor whaleboat is carried away by a wall of water, as bombs break their battens in the magazine and skitter about the deck, as jeeps and tractors, a kerry crane and seven planes are flung and blown off the flight deck into the writhing sea. But in the end it is the sea which extinguishes the fire, as it was the sea which started it; the F6F breaks clear of the catwalk and falls into the tumult of water.

As the day wears on, the log books run out of the language of nautical superlatives. Several ships record the barometer at a flat 28 inches; DEWEY reads hers at 27.30 -- possibly the world’s lowest recorded reading. Oiler NANTAHALA, with other ships of a fueling unit to the northeast of the main body near the storm center, records a wind velocity of 124 knots. The wind shifts rapidly in direction as the typhoon curves, blowing from north and south and east and west -- backing and filling as do all circular storms -- and increasing in intensity to Force 17, far beyond that ancient nautical measuring stick of mariners, the Beaufort scale -- which defines Force 12, its maximum -- “that which no canvas could withstand” -- as a “hurricane above 65 knots.” The voice of the storm drowns all other voices; the wind has a thousand notes -- the bass of growling menace, the soprano of stays so tautly strained they hum like bowstrings.0The tops of the waves -- 70 feet from trough to crest -- are flattened off by the wind and buried straight before its violence; rain and spin drift mix in a horizontal sheet of water; one cannot tell where ocean stops and sky begins.

Over all is the cacophony of the ships -- the racked and groaning ships, the creaking of the bulkheads, the working of the stanchions, the play of rivets, the hum of blowers, the slide and tear and roar of chairs and books adrift, of wreckage slipping from bulkhead to bulkhead. Low fuel, attempts to keep station or to change course to ease pounding spell havoc -- for some. The seas are so great, the wind so strong that some of the lighter destroyers are derelicts; all possible combinations of rudders and screws fail to take them out of the troughs; they are sloughed and rolled and roughed far on their sides by wind and water, and drift out of control downwind.

The light and escort carriers fare little better; aboard SAN JACINTO, MONTEREY, ALTAMAHA and others, planes slide and slip, wreckage crashes groaning back and forth; the hangar decks are infernos of flame and crashing metal, of fire and wind and sea. Light carrier SAN JACINTO tries to “swing to new course to ease her.” The skipper backs the starboard engines, goes ahead 20 knots on the port, but the howling wind will have none of it; SAN JACINTO falls off into the trough, rolls 42°. A plane breaks loose on the hangar deck, skids into other planes -- each lashed to steel deck pad eyes with 14 turns of wire and rope -- tears them loose. The whole deck load crashes from side to side with each roll, “rupturing and tearing away all air intakes and vent ducts passing through the hangar decks.” Aboard ALTAMAHA -- all 14,000 tons of her planing like a surfboard on the tremendous rollers -- the planes she mothers turn against her; fire mains burst; wreckage litters the elevator pit; heavy seas break over the fantail; damage repair parties shore the bulkheads.

1145 - The wind estimated to be more than 110 knots. But DEWEY, as the morning dies, still lives. Not so destroyers MONAGHAN and SPENCE.

MONAGHAN, with 12 battle stars on her bridge and a veteran of combat from Pearl Harbor to Leyte, lunges to her doom -- the fleet unknowing -- late in that wild and wind-swept morning. She’s last heard and dimly seen when the morning is but half spent:

0936 - MONAGHAN to Com. TG 30.8 -- “I am unable to come to the base course. Have tried full speed, but it will not work.”

1006 - MONAGHAN to unknown ship -- “You are 1,200 yards off my port quarter. Am dead in water. Sheer off if possible.” MONAGHAN to HOBBY -- “Bearing is 225°, 1,400 yards…”

MONAGHAN’s 1,500 tons of steel are racked and strained; her starboard whaleboat drinks the sea as the davits dip into the green water. But there’s little intimation of disaster. About eight bells, as the Wagnerian dirge of the typhoon drowns the lesser noises of the laboring ship, the wind pushes MONAGHAN far on her starboard side. She struggles to rise again -- and makes it, but sluggishly. In the after deck house, 40-50 men cling to stanchions and pray silently or aloud. Slowly the ship recovers. But the lights go out; again the deep roll to starboard, again and again she struggles back, shuddering, from disaster. Then, about noon, the wind brutalizes her; heavily, MONAGHAN rolls to starboard -- 30°, 40°, 60°, 70° -- tiredly, she settles down flat on her side to die amid a welter of white waters and the screaming Valkyries of the 0storm. And there go with her 18 officers and 238 men. SPENCE goes about the same time, but again the fleet unknowing. SPENCE is de-ballasted, light in fuel; she rides like a cork and is flung like a cork in the terrible canyon-like troughs. Power fails; the electrical board is shorted from the driven spray; the ship goes over 72° to port -- and stays there. The lights are out; the pumps are stopped -- the ship’s heart dead before the body dies; she drifts derelict.

Sometime before noon , the supply officer -- Lieutenant Alphonso Stephen Krauchunas, USNR -- destined to be SPENCE’s only officer survivor, sits on the edge of the bunk in the captain’s cabin talking tensely with the ship’s doctor. An awful roll throws Krauchunas on his back against the bulkhead “in a shower of books and whatnot.” Crawling on hands and knees on the bulkheads of the passageway, Krauchunas gets topside just before the entering ocean seeks him out. He fights clear along with 70 others -- but SPENCE -- 2,000 tons of steel with the power of 60,000 horses -- is done. The afternoon watch brings some slight surcease to some ships, climax and desperation to others.

The fleet is widely dispersed across a raging ocean -- some ships have felt the full fury of the storm; others are still to feel it. Between 1100 and 1400 of that day the peak is reached; “mountainous seas …confused by backing winds made the vessels roll to unprecedented angles.” For destroyer HULL , with much of the mail of the fleet aboard, the afternoon watch is her last. Small and old as destroyers go, HULL made heavy weather of it in the morning; the driven spray had shorted everything; in the Combat Information Center leaky seams admitted the sea and “sparks were jumping back and forth among the electrical cables.” HULL ’s tanks are 70% full of fuel oil; she’s better off than her lighter sisters though she has no water ballast.

But the storm brooks no objections; gradually, HULL loses the fight. Her radar is out; the whale boat smashed and torn loose; depth charges wrenched away and to “every possible combination of rudder and engines” the ship will not respond, and is blown “bodily, before wind and sea, yawing between 0headings of 100° and 080° true” -- toward the east. But the wind increases to an estimated 110 knots; “the force of the wind lays the ship over on her starboard side and holds her down in the water until the seas come flowing into the pilot house.” Early in the afternoon, the leaping sea hurtles up into the port wing of the bridge and young Commander Marks steps off his capsized ship, his first command, into a sea “whipped to a froth,” a sea so wildly angry, so ravening for life that lifejackets are torn from the backs of the few survivors. Destroyer DEWEY, battered and racked in the morning watch, makes it, though hurt almost mortally. At 1230 No. 1 stack carries away and falls over the side in a clutter of wreckage, leaving a gaping wound in the main deck and 400 pounds of steam escaping from the ruptured whistle line in a shuddering roar that mingles with the berserk voice of the typhoon. The falling funnel carries away the whaleboat davits; this easing of the topside weight -- and the skipper’s prescience in the morning watch in counter-ballasting the high port side with most of his fuel probably saved the ship.

Nevertheless, green water slops over the starboard wing of the bridge as the ship lies over an estimated 80° to starboard -- and lives to tell about it -- perhaps the first vessel in the history of the sea to survive such a roll. At 1300 the barometer hits bottom -- an estimated 27.30". But the typhoon has done its worst; at 1340 the barometer registers a 0slight rise, and at 1439 the wind slackens to about 80 knots. The storm curves on into the wide open spaces of the Pacific the rest of that day –

Monday. The winds still howl; the ships still heave, the ocean is confused, and even on Tuesday the seas are huge, but the great typhoon is over. Behind, it leaves the fleet scattered and broken, with more unrequited damage, as Admiral Halsey later noted, than at any time since the first battle of Savo Island . Survivors of MONAGHAN, HULL and SPENCE are pitifully few; destroyer escort TABBERER, herself de-masted, picks up the first survivors from HULL at 10 o’clock that night, and others, including Commander Marks, the next day. TABBERER also rescues ten survivors from SPENCE aboard a life raft on the 20th; other ships, scouring the ocean now that news of the sinkings is widely disseminated, find a handful of spent and injured sailors, who will forever comprehend more fully than any living men the meaning of the fury of the sea. The great typhoon of 17-18 December 1944 cost 790 dead or missing -- 202 from HULL, about 256 from MONAGHAN, 317 from SPENCE.

Hanson W. Baldwin

Today's Educational Sources and suggestions for further reading:
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http://www.patriotwatch.com/Evan_Fenn.htm

From the Survivors - The official record.

NAVY DEPARTMENT
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PRESS AND RADIO
UNTIL 6 P.M. (E.W.T.)
FEBRUARY 11,1945

USS MONAGHAN SURVIVORS TELL STORY; RESCUED BY USS BROWN

Two of the six enlisted men who survived the sinking of the USS MONAGHAN during a typhoon in the Pacific are in the United States, their mind still filled with the tension and horror or their 72 hours in a storm-tossed sea.

The two men, rescued by the USS BROWN, are; Joseph Charles McCrane, Watertender, Second Class U.S.N.R, 30 of 115 Delaware Avenue, Clementon, New Jersey, and Robert J. Darden, Machinist's Mate Second Class, USNR 28, of Route One, Jacksonville, North Carolina. They are the senior survivors of the MONAGHAN. The remaining survivors are still in the pacific area, recovering from exhaustion, exposure and shock.

The 1500-ton destroyer MONAGHAN capsized in December during a typhoon in the Philippine Sea, with a loss of more than 200 officers and men. The story of its loss and the eventual rescue by the BROWN of the six survivors is told by McCrane and Darden.

"Thirteen of us were on the only life raft that was picked up," Darden explained, "but seven died or disappeared before we were rescued. Me I was too busy bandaging injured men and handing out food and water, trying to make it last, to think about dying. I guess that's one reason why I just didn't give up hope like some of the boys."

The storm struck suddenly, shortly after dawn, McCrane said. He was below supervising the filling of two empty oil tanks with salt-water ballast. The ship had run low of fuel and in company with the Spence and the Hull, two other destroyers lost in the same storm, she had been trying to refuel the night before, it was because of this that her ballast had been pumped out earlier, but the rough seas caused the abandonment of the fueling attempts.

"Things got bad around 11 o'clock on the first morning of the storm, the New Jersey man said, "but I bet there wasn't a man at that time who didn't think we would get through. Suddenly, I guess about noon, she began to roll violently to starboard. We found out later that the wind driving against our port side was over 100 knots. One of the fellows on the raft who was topside during the worst part said the starboard whaleboat dipped water several times and that she rolled over at least 70 degrees."

"The suddenness of the disaster is what surprised us. Before her final roll, the ship seemed to have gone over just as far as she did when she went over on her side. Before the final roll there were 40 or 50 of us in the after gun shelter. We stopped work and hung on. We began to get scared.

All of us were praying like we never prayed before, some of us out loud, too. The man next to me kept repeating on each roll "Don't let us down now, Dear Lord. Bring it back, Oh God, bring it back." We all felt the same way, and soon a few of the guys joined in. Then was when we came back we'd chant, "Thanks Dear Lord." The next thing we knew we were on our side.

Darden broke in at this point in the tale to say that previous to the MONAGHAN'S tragedy he had looked around to find something to "Knock myself out with." In case he was trapped below."I didn't think much of being drowned like a rat in that gun shelter." He said. "When it came, someone threw open the hatch," McCrane went on, "And we started to scramble out. Under the circumstances, most of us were pretty orderly and there was hardly any hysteria. The fellows start helping each other, particularly the shorter men who couldn't reach the hatch."

"I climbed out of the hatch and stood on a bulkhead. The waves were knocking me about, but I didn't want to shake loose because I saw what happened to men who had jumped off as soon as we heeled. They were pounded to a pulp against the side of the ship. But finally a big wave shook me loose and I went scrambling along the ship until I was lucky enough to grab a depth charge rack. I walked along the torpedo tubes. Another wave hit me and I went into the air."

"The next thing I knew I was struggling in the water trying to keep from being pounded against the ship. Water and oil were blowing against my face. I was choking and beating the water with my arms and legs like a puppy. I saw I wasn't getting anywhere so I calmed down and got away gradually. But I was losing strength when suddenly someone hollered: "Hey Joe, grab that raft in back of you, I think it was a fellow named Guio (Joseph Guio Jr., Gunners Mate, Third Class USNR, of 4020 Washington Street, Holliday's Cove, West Virginia.) Who later died on the raft. Thirteen of us got to it and hung on the sides like they did in that Noel Coward movie; (In This We Serve). I never saw the movie, but I remember those guys hanging on from a trailer I saw." This was about 1230, McCrane added, and was approximately the time the MONAGHAN filled up with water and went down completely. The wind at that time was blowing so hard that the driving salt spray and oil made it difficult to see more than a few yards and the survivors were unable to say for sure whether anyone was on the MONAGHAN at the time. "It looked to me like there was no one left," he said. "We looked around for others to help and started to help some of the badly injured get on the raft. One of these was Ben Holland (Will Ben Holland, Ships Cook, First Class, USNR, son of Willian Earl Holland, Rural Route 1, Mc Minnville, Tennessee). He was a typical of the badly injured with a big gash on the back of his head and on his foot. Guio, the guy who yelled to me about the raft, was another. He had part of his foot torn off.

(Note by Chuck Smith.) These life rafts were a balsa wood ring about four feet across and 8 or 10 feet long. They had a coarse weave netting of about 3/8-inch rope fastened to the balsa wood ring, with a woven wooden slat bottom. The only thing you could do was hang on to them. Your body was in the water whether you were on the inside or the outside of the balsa wood ring.)

"Before we got the bottom of the raft down it turned over four of five times. This meant we had to fish around and help the wounded back on each time and we were getting pretty tired and weak. After we got the bottom down we all climbed aboard--thirteen of us---that first night ." I broke out the emergency rations - Spam, hard biscuits and stuff like that--and water. I limited them to a biscuit, cup of water two or three time a day, as soon as we opened that Spam, the sharks started nosing around. We all ate a little, drank our mite of water and tried to get some rest. "That first night we just missed being saved. We saw the lights of a ship and started hollering and yelling, waving our arms. But she passed us by without seeing us. About this time I put my arms and legs around Guio because he was naked and suffering from the cold. Just then he said, "Joe can you see anything?" I thought he meant the ship and I told him I could. "I can't see a thing" he answered.

" A few minutes later he closed his eyes-- and we got ready for our first burial at sea. Doil Carpenter, Seaman, First Class, USNR from California (Address at time of enlistment was 562 East 223rd Street, Torrance, California), said a prayer and we put Guio, the guy who probably saved my life by yelling about that raft, over the side.

"The next day we were all confident we would be picked up. Planes passed over us, but it was still pretty rough and our little raft must have been hard to see. A TBF (torpedo plane) went right over us. That night another fellow died after he had gone berserk and started to drink salt water. We tried to stop him too. Another fellow started swimming around the raft and we lost him as well as Holland, who died of his injuries."

The next day and night passed about the same way. Another man went over the side and was lost and two more swam to another unoccupied raft. They were never seen again. Meanwhile, McCrane had applied first aid to the remaining men, bandaging up their cuts and applying sulfa powder and ointment."

Darden broke into McCrane's narrative again to tell how he began to see a mirage, a pretty, white beach with lights, he too jumped over the side and started to swim toward the "beach". Luckily it vanished in time and he returned to the raft.

"The water tasted brackish so I thought we were in a sound" Darden explained. "I got some of the other fellows to taste it and they agreed with me. Shows how we were beginning to look pretty grim. He was trying to keep up his hopes as well as those of the other survivors.

"Pretty soon we saw some fighter planes come over," he resumed, "and knew we were either near land or one of our carriers." They later turned out to be carrier planes. These two planes banked over us and dropped some of those water markers. Twenty minutes later we saw the most wonderful sight in the world, a destroyer steaming at full speed right at us.

A few moments later she was alongside with everyone shouting advice. Someone threw us a line and soon we were safe. She turned out to be the USS BROWN, a 2100 toner, badly battered by the storm herself. They told us when we got aboard that a shark was right on our tails the whole time we were being rescued. "Well he's welcome to the rest of that Spam, anyway." (Note by Chuck Smith...I think these were the only survivors from the Monaghan.)

All told 82 men were picked out of the heaving seas. But 790 men were gone. Three destroyers had been sacrificed to Typhoon Cobra, and so many other ships had been damaged that the fleet could not participate in that attack on Luzon. A court of inquiry blamed the disaster on Admiral Halsey---whatever problems the weather experts had encountered; he was the responsible commander.

The destroyer escort USS Tabberer had rolled 72 degrees to one side and was still afloat. Although the sea was rough, the rolling was much less and the peak of the storm had passed Fifty degree rolls no longer amazed anyone, but the swinging mast finally buckled and dangled dangerouslly over the starboard side. A damage control party braved the savage waves that swept over the slippery deck and cut it loose with a torch. Mast, or no mast, life was getting back to normal.

Twenty-nine-year-old Lt. Cdr. Henry Plage a product of Georiga Tech,s ROTC program, headed his ship for the 3rd Fleet rendezvous. It was Dec. 18, 1944. The fleet had attempted to fuel at sea after the invasion of Mindoro in the Philippines so it could continue its attacks against the Japanese. Instead, the fleet was caught in one of the worst typhoons in history.

Now at least, everyone on the Tabberer was breathing easier and the cleaning up had already begun. Ralph Tucker, chief radioman, was busy rigging an emergency antenna between the flag bag and the gun mount when he heard a shout. Looking in the Direction of the cry, he saw a man off the starboard beam. Tucker yelled, "Man overboard."

Plage immediately sailed downwind and then turned upwind as though he was approaching a mooring buoy. It was a normal procedure, but he lost steering control as he slowed speed in the heavy sea and wind. The ground swells and cross seas drove the bow of the Tabberer away from the exhausted man. It was maddening

The captain decided to go upwind. He thought that if he sailed the ship broadside the wind might blow it toward the man. Once Broadside the steep rolls dipped the edge of the main deck into the water. Rolling toward the struggling survivor, everyone on the deck wondered if he would be rescued or run over. Plage thought the ship and the crew were like tumbleweed blowing in the breeze.

When closer, Bob Surdam the exec, shouted to the man to put the line that was thrown under his arms. Weak, but still conscious, the man did as he was told. When the ship came out of a slow roll and the water washed away the man was on the deck as if he were a big fish. By now he was unconscious and was taken below. The stranger was obviously not from the Tabberer. When he revived, it was learned to the crew's Surprise that he was from the USS Hull. This was the first news in the fleet that a destroyer had capsized in the Typhoon.

Word about the survivor spread through the ship like lighting. Men rushed on deck to help. The 24- and 12-inch searchlights acanned the wild ocean, but whitecaps were everywhere and looked deceptively like men's heads. Nevertheless, in another hour or so, 10 stray men were fished out of the rough sea. Two survivors told Arthur Carpentier, the engineering officer, that the Tabberer had passed close by a number of times before they were saved. He wondered how many other helpless men were out there.

Jim Marks, the Hull's captain, had stepped off his bridge into the sea and was one of the lonely men who fought for his life. He must have asked himself why fate had dealt with him so harshly. Strangely, he developed a craving for something to eat and chewed on a whistle. It did not taste very good so he took a piece of leather from his shoe and chewed away. That was more appetizing.

About the same time, a few men from a second destroyer, the USS Spence, Tried to organize themselves. Their ship, light in fuel, had rolled to about 75 degrees and recovered. A couple of rolls later there was no recovery.

George Johnson, a chief watertender, had been with the Spence since it was a proud part of Arleigh (31Knot) Burke's Little Beaver Squadron in the Solomons. Just before the final, he had wandered topside near the radio room. In no time, the ship lay on it's side and Johnson walked off the forward stack into the sea.

Johnson stared at the Spence. It was eerie in the dim, gray light. Soon, the ship broke in half and went down. The boiler exploded and Johnson thought the depth charges would be next. Instead, the ship sucked him deep down into a vacuum. When he returned to the surface his lungs were ready to burst.

In a few minutes, Johnson found a 7-foot life raft. Although it seemed impossible to surive in the raging sea, 29 men surrounded their only hope. Soon the number of men dwindled. One of the First to die was a young mess cook, 18 or 19 years old. Near the end, he took a ring off his finger and told another man to be sure his mother got it. Other weary men were simply Brushed away by the mountainous waves.

Johnson took charge of the forlorn group. The important thing was to stay awake. Sleepy men were sure to drown. Johnson decided that the best way to stay awake was to talk. He talked and talked. After awhile nobody listened, but he didn't care. He thought, too, of his wife and the baby daughter he had never seen.

The next day the hallucinations began. Some saw islands and green grass. One man was positive he saw a refreshment stand and swam toward it. He never returned. Even the strong-minded Johnson lost touch with reality now and then. Oddly, he found that the false images sometimes helped. They gave hope and passed time.

As the men grew weaker, sharks seemed more aggressive. For a long time they had quietly followed the raft. Johnson found some grease and had the men coat themselves. It was supposed to be an old trick to ward off sharks. A shark bit a man in the arm and tore off a large piece of the muscle. Blood spilled around them. Everyone knew that blood attracted sharks, yet mysteriously they did not attack again. Maybe the grease worked. Still, no one came to their rescue.

Plage, on the bridge as dawn broke, had not given up. In the early hours he picked up six more men. the sixth man Jim Marks, extremely weak and badly battered. When the hungry Marks was offered hot soupe he could even keep it down.

Through the morning the excited young crew made more rescues. Plage's ship handling came as no surprise to them. They had often marveled at his skill. He had a natural talent, they thought, like the gift of a natural athlete.

Boatswain's Mate First Class Louis Purvis worked with Lt. Howard Korth on the nets thrown over the side. Purvis dived into the warter for someone and his slackened line tangled on an underwater dome. As seconds passed men on the deck feared he had drowned Purvis, however, slipped out of is life jacket and came up on the other side. His shipmates claimed he was the only man ever keelhauled in the modern Navy.

One man was too weak to reach for a life ring when a large shark appeared nearby. Bob Surdam dived into the sea despite the shark and placed a line around the man. Robert Cotton, a torpedoman, jumped in to help. The lucky survivor was Cyrus Watkins of the Hull.

Plage received a message to procced on a new course for the fleet rendezvous. . As soon as he changed course, Another man was spotted. This discovery convinced Plage to make another careful search. He found still another man and kept searching. By now it was impossible to reach the rendezvous on time as ordered, When he finally resumed the course, every one on board hoped there would be some reason for delay.

In another 20 minutes a sighting was made two miles away. This had never happened before. As the ship came closer, the men saw the reason. Seven men were in a circle. George Sharp, the engineering officer of the Hull, had insisted on lashing them together. one man had no life jacket and he was placed in the center. He had spent the night on a mattress that was about to fall apart when he came across the little group.

Plage was now three hours late. As he pondered whether or not to forget his orders, a message arrived from Adm. William F. Halsey to remain in the area until the next morning.

USS Tabberer with lost mast

By the 20th Johnson's group had been adrift for 50 hours. only 14 men remained. Soon Johnson saw a ship approacing that he was certain was Japanese. Then the ship started firing. This had to be the end. But he was wrong. It was the Demasted Tabberer firing into the water to ward off sharks. The 14 became the last survivors. Fifty-five had been recovered.

Six men from the USS Monaghan, a third destoryer that had capsized, still drifted in the sea. Evan Fenn, one of the six, suffered from severe leg lacerations, but he refused to give up. On the 21st he confidently told the others they would be rescued that day. Sure enough he was right. They were discovered by the USS Brown and became the Monaghan's only survivors. Only 98 men were rescued by all the ships in the 3rd Fleet. Almost 800 were lost.

The Tabberer made a strange sight sailing into the anchorage at Ulithi. When it came within view of the giant USS New Jersey, Plage received a blinker message from the battleship' "What type of ship are you?" The tired Plage replied, "Destroyer escort. What type are you?" He received no answer.

'"No one who has not been through a typhoon can conceive its fury'

--Admiral William Halsey

This note from Dave was posted on the original thread December 18, 2002

To: SAMWolf

How do I begin to thank you SAMWolf and my fellow Freepers? Perhaps with this.

The Lord answered a long standing prayer for me last night as I was updating my website with these reports.

For years, I searched for the survivors of the USS MONAGHAN. Two years ago I found an article about a VFW Post Commander who would be the Grand Marshall in a Veterans Day parade. He had served on my dad's ship when she sank a mini-submarine as she went to sea during the attack on Pearl Harbor. He transferred off a year or two before the disaster. I've connected with a few people who had second and third-hand information about the events of those three days before the men were rescued. One read a story from a local newspaper of the period, another said they had made a movie about the survivors. So many have passed away in the past decade.

The Internet can be a powerful tool. From the Crew Members of the USS Tabberer report (second to last paragraph) came a name, Evan Fenn, that wasn't in the Navy Department's press release:

Six men from the USS Monaghan, a third destroyer that had capsized, still drifted in the sea. Evan Fenn, one of the six, suffered from severe leg lacerations, but he refused to give up. On the 21st he confidently told the others they would be rescued that day. Sure enough he was right. They were discovered by the USS Brown and became the Monaghan's only survivors.

This short paragraph demonstrates the true grit and determination of these young war heroes. A new lead, and new opportunity to search.... for Evan Fenn. Up pops Tin Can Sailors Shipmate Registry

Hull Number	Shipmate	Rank/Rate	Dates Aboard	Email Address	Comments
DD-354	Jack Arthur	EM 2/c	Jan -42 till Nov --44	Jackhazelus@yahoo.com	All Dead
DD-354	Frank 'Bud' Considine	BSM 2/c		rorovin@aol.com
DD-354	Evan Fenn		-- To Dec 18,1944	galleon@theriver.com	Was on Monaghan when it sunk. Is very much alive. 1 of 6
DD-354	Loyd Scott	TTM 1/c	1941 to 1942	grizzly93@juno.com	I Live in Cohasset, Ca.

Initially, Jack Arthur's "Comments" post confirmed what I had heard from others during last year's search. I sent Evan Fenn an email anyway and one to Jack. I wasn't really expecting a reply and had no real clue as to how long ago this message had been posted. I flagged my website for any hits from Evan's ISP (wishful thinking came to mind) Then it happened:

Patriot Watch
Recent Visitor Details

Detail

Domain Name

Last Page View

Page
Views

Visit Length

8

theriver.com

7:58:22 pm

4

5:53

Could it really be? Then this morning, an email arrived from Evan's next-door neighbor Tony Gallego. This lifetime desire to communicate directly with someone who served with my dad, was inspired by updating my pages for the Freeper Foxhole.

24 posted on 12/18/2002 12:12:26 PM EST by comwatch

Right before Christmas this year we received an update from Dave and wanted to share it with the Foxhole family.

To: Steve (SAMWolf)
Subject: Typhoon Cobra & Evan Fenn
Date: Saturday, December 20, 2003

First of all, I hope this message finds you and yours blessed with all the wonders that the holiday spirit can bring. Please pass on those sentiments to the great folks at VetsCorp and FreeperFoxhole as well.

Nearly sixty years ago this date, Evan Fenn found himself clinging to a raft after Typhoon Cobra took three destroyers including his ship (and my Dad's) the USS MONAGHAN. From the crew of the USS Tabberer, Evan Fenn's determination to survive is documented.

Six men from the USS Monaghan, a third destroyer that had capsized, still drifted in the sea. Evan Fenn, one of the six, suffered from severe leg lacerations, but he refused to give up. On the 21st he confidently told the others they would be rescued that day. Sure enough he was right. They were discovered by the USS Brown and became the Monaghan's only survivors.

Steve, a number of family members from sailors aboard these three destroyers have contacted me as a result of our website's coverage of Typhoon Cobra. Each year at this time, the number of page views seems to increase. I thought you might like to update FreeperFoxhole on Evan's status. He's a one of a kind... the sole survivor of the U.S.S. Monaghan. As always, feel free to cut and paste anything from the site you feel would interest your visitors.

Dave

PDN Webmaster Note: Since the above reports were added to the website, I've kept in touch with my new found friend. After all, Evan is about the same age as my dad would have been. He joined the crew of my dad's ship at Pearl Harbor in the summer of 1943. Evan lives an active retirement life. His hobbies include refurbishing farm tractors and selling them along the roadway near his modest ranch in Arizona. Evan kept in touch with Joseph C. McCrane for a number of years. They spoke as recently as two or three years ago. The same can be said for Doyle Carpenter I hope to chronicle more of Evan's story as we approach yet another anniversary of Typhoon Cobra. Thanks to top rankings in various search engines, friends and family members of the Monaghan's crew pop up from time to time and share even more information with us.

Recently I heard from family members of John (Jack) Bowen who served aboard the Monaghan during Pearl Harbor. His story and the accompanying photos and news clippings will be added here soon. I'll be sending Evan copies of the photos to see if these shipmates recognize one another. History is being reborn as these stories emerge and are preserved for future generations. I shared these events recently with the children of Howe Elementary School. (See: Vets in School project)

A NEW FEATURE ~ The Foxhole Revisits...

The Foxhole will be updating some of our earlier threads with new graphics and some new content for our Saturday threads in this, our second year of the Foxhole. We lost many of our graphic links and this is our way of restoring them along with revising the thread content where needed with new and additional information not available in the original threads.

A Link to the Original Thread;

The FReeper Foxhole Remembers Typhoon Cobra - Disaster at Sea - Dec. 18th, 2002

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Today's classic warship, USS Maryland (BB-46)

Colorado class battleship
displacement. 32,600
length. 624'
beam. 97'6"
draft. 30'6"
speed. 21.17 k.
complement. 1,080
armament. 8 16", 12 5", 4 3", 4 6-pdr., 2 21" tt.

USS Maryland (BB-46) was laid down 24 April 1917 by Newport News Shipbuilding Co., Newport News, Va.; launched 20 March 1920; sponsored by Mrs. E. Brook Lee, wife of the Comptroller of the State of Maryland; and commissioned 21 July 1921, Cap t. C. F. Preston In command.

With a new type seaplane catapult and the Brat 16-Inch guns mounted on a U.S. ship, Maryland was the pride of the Navy. Following an east coast shakedown she found herself in great demand for special occasions. She appeared at Annapolis for the 1922 Naval Academy graduation and at Boston for the anniversary of Bunker Hill and the Fourth of July. Between 18 August and 25 September she paid her first visit to a foreign port transporting Secretary of State Charles Evans Hughes to Rio de Ja neiro for Brazil's Centennial Exposition. The next year, after fleet exercises off the Panama Canal Zone. Maryland transited the canal In the latter part of June to join the battle fleet stationed on the west coast.

She made a good will voyage to Australia and New Zealand In 1925, and transported President-elect Herbert Hoover on the Pacific leg of his tour of Latin America In 1928. Throughout these years and the 1930's she served as a mainstay of fleet readiness through tireless training operations. In 1940 Maryland and the other battleships of the battle force changed their bases of operations to Pearl Harbor. She was present at battleship row along Ford Island when Japan struck 7 December 1941.

A gunner's mate striker, writing a letter near his machine-gun, brought the first of his ship's guns into play, shooting down one of two attacking torpedo planes. Inboard of Oklahoma and thus protected from the initial torpedo attack, Maryland managed to bring all her antiaircraft batteries into action. Despite two bomb hits she continued to fire and, after the attack, sent firefighting parties to assist her sister ships. The Japanese announced that she had been sunk, but 30 December, battered yet sturdy, she entered the repair yard at Puget Sound Navy Yard.

She emerged 26 February 1942 not only repaired but modernized and ready for great service. During the important Battle of Midway, the old battleships, not fast enough to accompany the carriers, operated as a backup force. Thereafter Maryland engaged in almost constant training exercises until 1 August, when she returned to Pearl Harbor.

Assigned sentinel duty along the southern supply routes to Australia and the Pacific fighting fronts, Maryland and Colorado operated out of the Fiji Islands in November and advanced to the New Hebrides in February 1943. Her return to Pearl Harbor after 10 months in the heat of the South Pacific brought the installation of additional 40mm. antiaircraft protection.

In the vast amphibious campaigns of the Pacific the firepower of Maryland and her sister ships played a key role. Departing the Hawaiian Islands 20 October for the South Pacific, Maryland became flagship for Rear Adm. Harry W. Hill's Southern Attack Force in the Gilberts Invasion, with Maj. Gen. Julian C. Smith, Commander, 2d Marine Division, embarked. Early on 20 November her big guns commenced 5 days of shore bombardment and call fire assignment in support of one of the most gallant amphibious assaults in history, at Tarawa. After the island's capture, she remained in the area protecting the transports until she headed back to the United States 7 December.

Maryland steamed from San Pedro 13 January 1944, rendezvoused with TF 53 at Hawaii, and sailed in time to be in position off the well-fortified Kwajalein Atoll in the Marshalls on the morning of the 31st. Assigned to reduce pillboxes and block houses on Roi Island, the old battleship fired splendidly all day and again the following morning until the assault waves were within 500 yards of the beach. Following the operation she steamed back to Bremerton, Wash., for new guns and an overhaul.

Two months later Maryland, again readied for battle, sailed westward 5 May to participate in the biggest campaign yet attempted in the Pacific war-Saipan. Vice Adm. R. K. Turner allotted TF 52.3 days to soften up the island before the assault. Firing commenced 0545 on 14 June. Silencing two coastal guns, Maryland encountered little opposition as she delivered one devastating barrage after another. The Japanese attempted to strike back through the air. On the 18th the ship's guns claimed their first victim but 4 days later a Betty sneaked in flying low over the still contested Saipan hills and found two anchored battleships. Crossing the bow of Pennsylvania, she dropped a torpedo which opened a gaping hole in Maryland's bow, portside. Casualties were light and in 15 minutes she was underway for Eniwetok, and shortly thereafter to the repair yards at Pearl Harbor.

With an around-the-clock effort by the shipyard workers, on 19 August, 34 days after arrival, the ship again steamed forth for the war zone. Rehearsing briefly in the Solomons, she joined Rear Adm. J. B. Oldendorf's Western Fire Support Group (TG 32.5) bound for the Palau Islands. Firing first on 12 September to cover minesweeping operations and underwater demolition teams, she continued the shore bombardment until the landing craft approached the beaches on the 15th. Four days later organized resistance collapsed, permitting the fire support ships to retire to the Admiralty Islands.

Reassigned to the 7th Fleet, Maryland sortied 12 October to cover the important initial landings in the Philippines at Leyte. Despite floating mines, the invasion force entered Leyte Gulf on the 18th. The bombardment the following day and the landings of the 20th went well, but the Japanese decided to contest this success with both kamikazes and a three-pronged naval attack.

Forewarned by submarines and scout planes, the American battleship-cruiser force steamed 24 October to the southern end of Leyte Gulf to protect Surigao Strait. Early on the 25th the enemy battleships Fuso and Yamashiro led the Japanese advance into the Strait. The waiting Americans pounded the enemy ships severely. First came torpedoes from the American PT boats, then more torpedoes from the daring destroyers. Next came gunfire from the cruisers. Finally, at 0355 the readied guns of the battleship line opened fire. Thunderous salvos of heavy caliber fire slowed the enemy force and set the Japanese battleships on fire. Leaving their doomed battleships behind, the decimated enemy ships fled; only a remnant of the original force escaped subsequent naval air attacks. Similarly other U.S. forces blunted and repulsed attacks by the center and northern enemy forces during the decisive Battle for Leyte Gulf.

In the aftermath of this important victory, Maryland patrolled the southern approaches to Surigao Strait until 29 October; after replenishment at Manus, Admiralties, she resumed patrol duty 16 November. Japanese air attacks continued to pose a definite threat. During a raid on 17 November, guns of TG 77.2 splashed 11 of the attacking planes. Shortly after sunset 2 days later, a determined suicide plane dove through the clouds and crashed Maryland between turrets Nos. 1 and 2. Thirty-one sailors died in the explosion and fire that followed; however, the sturdy battleship continued her patrols until relieved 2 December. She reached Pearl Harbor 18 December and during the next 2 months workmen repaired and refitted "Fighting Mary."

After refresher training, Maryland headed for the western Pacific 4 March 1945, arriving Ulithi the 16th. There she joined Rear Adm. M. L. Deyo's TF 54 and on 21 March departed for the invasion of Okinawa. She closed the coast of Okinawa 25 March and began pounding assigned targets along the southwestern part of the Japanese island fortress. In addition, she provided fire support during a diversionary raid on the southeast coast drawing enemy defenses from the main amphibious landings on the western beaches. On 3 April she received a fire support call from Minneapolis (CA-36). The cruiser was unable to silence entrenched shore batteries with 8-inch fire and called on "Fighting Mary's" mighty 16-inch guns for aid. The veteran battleship hurled six salvos which destroyed the enemy artillery.

Maryland continued fire support duty until 7 April when She sailed with TF 54 to intercept a Japanese surface force to the northward. These ships, including mighty battleship Yamato, came under intense air attacks that same day, and planes of the Fast Carrier Task Force sank six of 10 ships In the force. At dusk on the 7th Maryland took her third hit from enemy planes in 10 months. A suicide plane loaded with a 500-pound bomb crashed the top of turret No. 3 from starboard. The explosion wiped out the 20mm. mounts, causing 53 casualties. As before, however, she continued to blast enemy shore positions with devastating 16-inch fire. While guarding the western transport area 11 April, she splashed two planes during afternoon raids.

On 14 April Maryland left the firing line as escort for retiring transports. Steaming via the Marianas and Pearl Harbor, she reached Puget Sound 7 May and entered the Navy Yard at Bremerton the next day for extensive overhaul. Completing repairs in August, she now entered the "Magic Carpet" fleet. During the next 4 months she made five voyages between the west coast and Pearl Harbor, returning more than 8,000 combat veterans to the United States.

Arriving Seattle, Wash., 17 December, she completed "Magic Carpet" duty. She entered Puget sound Naval Shipyard 15 April 1946 and was placed in commission in reserve on an inactive basis 16 July. She decommissioned at Bremerton 3 April 1947 and remained there as a unit of the Pacific Reserve Fleet. Maryland was sold for scrapping to Learner Co. of Oakland, Calif., 8 July 1959.

On 2 June 1961 the Honorable J. Millard Tawes, Governor of Maryland, dedicated a lasting monument to the memory of the venerable battleship and her fighting men. Built of granite and bronze and incorporating the bell of "Fighting Mary," this monument honors a ship and her men whose service to the Nation reflected the highest traditions of the naval service. This monument is located on the grounds of the State House, Annapolis, Md.

Maryland received seven battle stars for World War II service.

Good morning Snippy and everyone at the Freeper Foxhole.

Folks, this is the time of year when people are out partying. If you are one of those people, be sure to take along a designated driver with you. We sure don't to read about any lives lost due to drunk driving.

It's unusually warm for this time of year. Believe it or not t-storms in the forecast for our area with tempertures in the 60's.

On This Day In History

Birthdates which occurred on December 27:
1555 Johann Arndt German Lutherian theologist
1571 Johann Kepler, Wurttemberg Germany, astronomer (elliptical orbits)
1773 George Cayley, England, found science of aerodynamics
1822 Louis Pasteur (chemist, scientist: developed pasteurization process, rabies vaccination)
1855 Paul Ehrenreich, German etnologist/mythologist
1879 Sydney Greenstreet (actor: Casablanca, The Maltese Falcon)
1901 Marlene Dietrich (Maria von Losch) singer/actress (Blue Angel)
1906 Oscar Levant Pittsburgh PA, actor (American in Paris, Dance of Life)
1915 William Howell Masters, sex author/physician
1941 John Amos (actor: Good Times, Die Hard 2: Die Harder, Coming to America, Future Cop)
1943 Cokie Roberts, American broadcast journalist

Deaths which occurred on December 27:
0418 Zosimus Greek Pope (417-8), dies
0975 Balderik bishop of Utrecht (918-75), dies
1065 Ferdinand I the Great, king of Castile, dies
1603 Thomas Cartwright English Presbyterian publicist, dies at about 68
1836 Stephen Fuller Austin founder of state of Texas, dies at 43
1858 Alexandre Pierre François Boely composer, dies at 73
1936 Hans von Seeckt German general/advisor of Chiang Kai-shek, dies at 70
1950 Max Beckmann German painter/graphic artist, dies at 66
1959 Alfonso Reyes Mexican poet/historian/diplomat, dies at 70
1974 Amy Vanderbilt US author (Complete book of etiquette), dies at 66
1974 Raymond Glenn actor (Raisin in the Sun, Carmen Jones), dies at 76
1976 Freddie King (Bluesman) died at age 42.
1978 Houari Boumédiene Algerian President, dies after 40 days in a coma at 53
1979 Hafizullah Amin President of Afghánistán (1979), murdered
1981 Hoagy Carmichael US actor/songwriter (Stardust), dies at 82
1982 John Leonard Swigert Jr astronaut (Apollo 13), dies of cancer at 51
1985 Dian Fossey US naturalist (Gorillas in Mist), found dead in Rwanda
1986 Cliff Burton bass player (Metallica), dies in a bus crash at 24
1991 W Hudson US "strongest man to the world" (540 kg), dies
1997 Dorothy Stroud garden historian, dies at 87
1997 Ewart G Abner Jr president (Motown Records), dies at 74

Reported: MISSING in ACTION

1966 ORTIZ-RIVERA LUIS A.---RIO PIEDRAS PR.
[01/23/68 RELEASED BY PRG]
1967 INNES ROGER B.---CHICAGO IL.
[POSS DEAD]
1967 LEE LEONARD M.---PULASKI VA.
[POSS DEAD]
1967 MARTIN SAMMY A.---BRYAN TX.
1971 RITTER GEORGE L.
1971 TOWNLEY ROY F.
1971 WEISSENBACK EDWARD J.
1972 ANDERSON JOHN W.---PORTLAND OR.
[02/12/73 RELEASED BY DRV INJURED, ALIVE IN 98]
1972 CHIPMANRALPH J.---OREM UT.
[DEAD / QUAN DOI NHAN DAN]
1972 FORRESTER RONALD W.---ODESSA TX.
[POSS DEAD / QUAN DOI NHAN DAN]
1972 JEFCOAT CARL H.---DREW MS.
03/29/73 RELEASED BY DRV, DECEASED 87]
1972 TRIMBLE JACK R. SUMTER SC.
03/29/73 RELEASED BY DRV, ALIVE IN 98]
1972 WARD BRIAN H.---HUNTINGTON BEACH CA.
[03/29/73 RELEASED BY DRV, ALIVE AND WELL 98]

POW / MIA Data & Bios supplied by
the P.O.W. NETWORK. Skidmore, MO. USA.

On this day...
0418 [Etalius] begins his reign as Catholic Pope
0537 St Sofia-church in Constantinople, initiated
1437 Albrecht II von Habsburg becomes king of Bohemia
1503 Battle at Garigliano - Spanish army under G Córdoba beats France(Why not? everybody else does)
1512 The laws of Burgos give New World natives legal protection against abuse and authorize Negro slavery.
1679 Dutch troops capture Madurees prince Trunudjojo in Java
1825 1st public railroad using steam locomotive completed in England
1831 Darwin begins his voyage to South America on board the HMS Beagle
1845 Ether 1st used in childbirth in US, Jefferson GA
1846 Doniphan's Thousand take El Paso
1850 Hawaiian Fire Department established
1862 Union General William Rosecrans' army begins moving slowly toward Murfreesboro.
1862 Battle of Chickasaw Bluffs MS (Chickasaw Bayou)
1862 Battle of Elizabethtown KY
1871 World's 1st cat show (Crystal Palace, London)
1887 Start of Sherlock Holmes "The Adventure of The Blue Carbuncle" (BG)
1892 N C Biddle beats Livingston 4-0 in 1st black college football game
1900 Carrie Nation's 1st public smashing of a bar (Hotel Carry Annex Bar, Wichita KS)
1903 "Sweet Adeline", a barbershop quartet favorite, is 1st sung
1906 1st annual meeting of American Sociological Society, Providence RI
1915 In Ohio, iron and steel workers go on strike for an eight-hour day and higher wages.
1923 Unsuccessful attempt on prince-regent Hirohito of Japan
1926 Latkin Square in Bronx named for 1st US Jewish soldier to die in WWI
1927 Stalin's faction wins All-Union Congress in USSR, Trotsky expelled
1927 Jerome Kern/Oscar Hammerstein II's "Show Boat" premieres at the Ziegfeld Theater (New York NY)
1934 Shah of Persia declares Persia now Iran
1937 Mae West performs Adam & Eve skit that gets her banned from NBC radio
1939 1st American skimobiles (North Conway NH)
1939 8.0 Earthquake in Erzincam Turkey, about 50,000 die
1941 Japan bombs Manila even though it was declared an "open city"
1942 1st Japanese women camp (Ambarawa) goes into use
1943 France transfers most of her powers in Lebanon to Lebanese government
1943 German warship "Scharnhorst" sinks in Barents Sea
1944 General George S. Patton's Third Army, spearheaded by the 4th Armored Division, relieves the surrounded city of Bastogne in Belgium.
1945 International Monetary Fund established - World Bank founded
1947 1st "Howdy Doody Show" (Puppet Playhouse), telecast on NBC
1949 Queen Juliana (Netherlands) grants sovereignty to Indonesia
1959 Baltimore Colts beat New York Giants 31-16 in NFL championship game
1960 France performs nuclear test
1963 The Animals made the group's radio debut on the BBC's "Saturday Club."
1961 Belgium & Congo resume diplomatic relations
1968 Apollo 8 returns to Earth
1968 China People's Republic performs nuclear test at Lop Nor People's Rebublic of China
1970 "Hello, Dolly!" closes at St James Theater NYC after 2,844 performances
1972 New North Korean constitution comes into effect
1972 Belgium recognizes German Democratic Republic
1974 FSLN (Frente Sandinista de Liberación Nacional/Sandinista National Liberation Front) seizes government hostages at a private Managua party
1976 Albania constitution goes into effect
1978 King Juan Carlos ratifies Spain's 1st democratic constitution
1979 "Knots Landing" premieres on CBS-TV
1979 Red Army beats New York Rangers 5-2 at Madison Square Garden
1979 Soviet troops invade Afghánistán, President Hafizullah Amin overthrown
1983 Pope John Paul II pardons man who shot him (Mehmet Ali Agca)
1984 Four Polish officers are tried for the slaying of Reverend Jerzy Popieluszko.
1985 Terrorists kill 20 & wound 110 attacking El Al at Rome & Vienna airports; President Reagan blamed Libyan leader Colonel Muammar Qaddafi
1987 Steve Largent sets all-time NFL record for career catches when he catches his 752nd pass
1988 Bulgaria stops jamming Radio Free Europe after more than 3 decades
1991 Bengals hire Dave Shula as youngest NFL coach (32)[and still lose]
1991 Chuck Knox retires as Seattle Seahawk coach
1991 "Carol Burnett Show" last airs on CBS-TV
1992 Harry Connick Jr is caught with 9mm gun in New York's JFK airport
1993 Dow-Jones hits record 3792.93
1997 Britain's Windsor Castle was reopened to the public following restoration work. 100 rooms of the palace were damaged in a fire in 1992.

Holidays
Note: Some Holidays are only applicable on a given "day of the week"

Australia, Channel Islands, England, Nauru : Boxing Day
Bhutan : Day of 9 Evils
Indonesia : Independence Day (1949)
Namibia, South Africa : Family Day
US : Kujichagulia-Self Determination Day (2nd Day of Kwanzaa)
Made In America Month

Religious Observances
Eighth Day of Hanukkah
Roman Catholic, Lutheran, Anglican : Feast of St John, apostle/evangelist

Religious History
1774 English founder of Methodism, John Wesley wrote in a letter: 'God...frequently...makes young men and women wiser than the aged, and gives to many, in a very short time, a closer and deeper communion with himself than others attain in a long course of years.'
1784 In Baltimore, at its first General Conference held this side of the Atlantic, Francis Asbury, 39, was ordained the first bishop of the Methodist Church in America.
1899 American Christian temperance leader Carry Nation, 53, raided and wrecked her first saloon in Medicine Lodge, KA. She went on similar rampages in Wichita and Topeka, and in other cities in Iowa and Illinois as well.
1943 The film "The Song of Bernadette" was released by 20th Century Fox. It told the true story of 14_year_old French Catholic peasant girl Bernadette Soubirous, who experienced 18 visions of the Virgin Mary at Lourdes, France in 1858.
1949 In Cincinnati, Ohio, the Evangelical Theological Society was organized. A conservative fellowship of North American theologians and Bible scholars, ETS promotes theological discussion and exploration within the context of a firm belief in the truthfulness of the Bible.

Source: William D. Blake. ALMANAC OF THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH. Minneapolis: Bethany House, 1987.

Thought for the day :
"A gentleman is a man who can play the accordion but doesn't."

Question of the day...
When day breaks who fixes it?

Murphys Law of the day...(Comins's Law)
People will accept your idea much more readily if you tell them Benjamin Franklin said it first.

Astounding fact #76,901...
The Neanderthal's brain was bigger than yours is.

A gunner's mate striker, writing a letter near his machine-gun, brought the first of his ship's guns into play, shooting down one of two attacking torpedo planes.

A striking example of how quickly life can change.

Thanks for the history aomagrat.

EGC. Thanks for the friendly reminder. I'll stick to coffee. ;-)

Thunderstorms at the end of December, lucky you! It was 27 degrees when I went out for my coffee this morning.

Good morning everyone in The FOXHOLE!!

1879 Sydney Greenstreet (actor: Casablanca, The Maltese Falcon)

"Might as well be frank, monsieur. It would take a miracle to get you out of Casablanca, and the Germans have outlawed miracles."

Good morning feather. Thank you for one of our favorite graphics.

They do not rest day or night, saying: "Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!" —Revelation 4:8

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity! —Heber

A heart in tune with God can't help but sing His praise.

Good morning Mayor. It's Saturday and we'll need an extra pot of that coffee!!!

It's a bottomless cup so drink as much as your heart desires.. : )

She decommissioned at Bremerton 3 April 1947 and remained there as a unit of the Pacific Reserve Fleet. Maryland was sold for scrapping to Learner Co. of Oakland, Calif., 8 July 1959.

A sad end for a gallant lady!

Good morning Snippy. Great job on updating the thread.

Hard to read this one and not get teary eyed by the determination and bravery of these men.