On this date in 1945 the USS Yolo withdraws from Okinawa. This will be my last post of the story to coincide with the date. There are a number of very worthwhile posts which I'll cherry pick and post here a few at a time over the coming days. The war in the Pacific continues, Yolo has to get ready for the main event... invading Japan.
Now for this date in 1945 on board USS Yolo now known as APB 43 off the invasion beaches of Okinawa. Comments of C. Homer Bast, Commanding Officer.
June 28, 1945
The anticipation of getting underway was foremost in everyone's mind, so all hands were up before dawn. Boats were hoisted aboard and everything lashed down for the open sea. Just before de¬parture a message came through from Com LCSs in the area. It said "Accept sincere thanks for the hard work and cooperation of the LST 677 in provisioning LCSs." This went for information to SOPA as well as Com Service Force.
At 0830 we moved out of the anchorage and proceeded to a specific designation, "no point". No orders had been received. We were an orphan, as now we are known as the APB 43. The OTC knew us as the LST 677 and not the APB 43, so we had no sailing orders. The signal¬man blinked Garris and got our position. Finally, the OTC asked whether we were the APB 43. Assured we were, he sent a LCI with sailing instructions. It was the usual sight of all ships arriving and then forming up with the escorts out in front. TU 31.29.23, under OTC Captain C. A. Legg, (ComLST Flot 33) was made up of LSTs 1040(F), 597, 592, 668, 728, 564, 774, 670, 1106, 950(H), 905, 334, 805, 43, 829, 933, 932, 712, 952, 570, 713, 810, Yolo, ATR 87, Nemasket (AOG 10), LCI(L)s 564, 598, 676, and 738. The convoy was screened by Tracy (DM 19), Kane (APD 18), PCs 466, 469, SCs 630 and 1049. Com Screen was in Tracy. We felt that the screen was unusually potent. Course 180T and speed nine knots were set for our destination, Leyte Gulf. As anticipated, this will take the convoy east of the Sakishimas.
Passing close to Naha, the airport could be seen. The day is perfect although a stiff breeze blows bringing with it three-foot swells that make Yolo creak and grown as she rolls. The ships in the anchorage slowly melt into shapeless forms, then to nothing but masts, as the horizon drops away. Now late in the afternoon one sees a mass of something that is Okinawa, our home for 89 days.
Sat on the bridge after getting underway, enjoying the sun and the feeling of being at sea again. It was great! After dinner I wrote the night order book. Finally the sun sank into the sea, the stars came out and the navigator shot them for his 2000 position report. The night is bright and the shapes of the ships clearly visible. The wind moans in the rigging as Yolo increases her roll. When the word to secure from GQ came, most of the crew brought their mattresses topside; better ventilation is needed below.
Watching Okinawa disappear, my thoughts naturally turn to the 89 days of virtual imprisonment spent off that island. Those were historic days for the war, as well as Yolo and the officers and crew. Here on a diet of GQs, air attacks, smoke, fog, cold, rain and wind, we became a band of brothers and fighting ones at that. We are welded together by a spirit of cooperation, hard work and a clear understanding of our mission. This loyalty knows no bounds. We are a group especially proud of our work and our ship.