Christmas and My Dad

kwselke

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My father will turn 90 the day after Christmas, he is all I have been thinking about this morning.

All of my life it seems I was the only one he would talk to about his WWII experiences, and he would not tell me much. He would get real fidgety during the episode of Victory At Sea which pertained to Okinawa but say, he only ran a floating hotel. "Some Marine who had not eaten or slept in two or three days would go AWOL, we would feed him, give him a shower, a place to sleep, and send him back." I never understood how he could make a statement like that in a tone of complete respect, until he turned 80.

When he turned 80 my life long hobby of researching naval engagements and favorite ships, coincided with him giving me the hull number of his ship. LST-677/LST(M)-677/APB-43/USS Yolo, those were the designations of his ship during his service on board.

Armed with that information I was able to locate a fellow junior officer, in fact one that my father had gone through Attack Boat School with in Florida. I also found out that my Dad's CO, eight years his elder, was alive and well. Putting those guys back in touch with each other was probably the greatest thing I ever did. Sadly, Captain Bast passed away earlier this year at 98 years of age. Besides having the joy of helping rejuvenate a few old guys lives and friendships, I experienced something few can ever experience. I asked... What did you do in the war Daddy? and his Commanding Officer answered. I was privileged to hear stories these guys only spoke about amongst themselves. Mistakes made and terror felt.

I will not go into the details, but you can check http://www.ussyolo.com/ for a bit of the experience. A secret is that if you click on USS Yolo at the top of the website it will take you to Homer Bast's Diary, which I helped edit and proof. If you want action, start reading about March 25, 1945.

I'd also like to link to this story. Oral History-Battle of Okinawa The Yolo was its first stop after the Laffey was attacked. Homer said to me... "Thank you, I had not heard that". My father said to me... "I always wondered what had happened to the Laffey". The tone of those comments said more than the words. There are so many amazing stories.

Sorry for being long winded.

Wish my dad a happy 90th.

Merry Christmas!

And, here's my dad hiding a Colt 1911 behind his back, in Japan Sept. 1945.

Edit: Added his current picture from today.
 

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My dad died a few days after his 90th birthday, on Thanksgiving Day thirteen years ago. A war correspondent (too nearly blind to be drafted), he was with one of the first outfits to hit the beach in the first wave on Omaha Beach. He would never talk about it beyond a brief remark at intervals of years. But then he had an episode of cardiac arrest--a near-death experience--and for a couple of days was in what hospital people call "CCU psychosis". It's a temporary break with reality, accompanied by hallucinations, and is fairly common.

While Dad was hallucinating he was sure that there was an approximately platoon-scale firefight going on outside the hospital. He identified light and heavy machine guns, mortars, grenades, etc., as well as rifle fire (M-1's). It was extremely real to him, and some of what I heard as I sat with him all that first night clearly veered off into some of the Normandy experiences.

He had no recollection of any of it when his head cleared, thank God.

Kwselke, wish your father merry Christmas, a happy 90th, and as many happy returns as he wishes. I'm glad you finally learned more about his service of his country.
 
My dad died a few days after his 90th birthday, on Thanksgiving Day thirteen years ago. A war correspondent (too nearly blind to be drafted), he was with one of the first outfits to hit the beach in the first wave on Omaha Beach. He would never talk about it beyond a brief remark at intervals of years. But then he had an episode of cardiac arrest--a near-death experience--and for a couple of days was in what hospital people call "CCU psychosis". It's a temporary break with reality, accompanied by hallucinations, and is fairly common.

While Dad was hallucinating he was sure that there was an approximately platoon-scale firefight going on outside the hospital. He identified light and heavy machine guns, mortars, grenades, etc., as well as rifle fire (M-1's). It was extremely real to him, and some of what I heard as I sat with him all that first night clearly veered off into some of the Normandy experiences.

He had no recollection of any of it when his head cleared, thank God.

Kwselke, wish your father merry Christmas, a happy 90th, and as many happy returns as he wishes. I'm glad you finally learned more about his service of his country.

Funny you should mention that. Sometime around 1996 I got a call after hours at my office that my dad was in the hospital and needed heart surgery. I immediately excused myself from the meeting and drove to the hospital.

When I got to his bedside, my step-mother was there with him. He was white as a sheet, and his pulse rate was hovering around 20 bpm. He was scheduled for a pacemaker implant the next morning. After visiting for an hour or so I decided to head home, get out of the business suit I was in, and get some dinner.

Now this is well before I knew the details of his Okinawa experience, but as I said Ken was the only family member he'd say anything to about it.

As I was walking out, he grabbed my wrist and said, find the Executive Officer and tell him I liked him. We got back to Hawaii and I had my orders to go home. Then the order came for the ship to go to Eniwetok. I knew the XO and I were the only people on board qualified to navigate to Eniwetok and he was on shore. I grabbed my orders, gave away all my souvenirs and headed out. I had a fiance I wanted to get back to... and she was not your mother. :eek:

At the rate my dad is going he could well outlive me.

I shall convey all the wishes to him tomorrow.

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Kick to the top so you cane see how the 90 year old Navy vet looked today.

He looks great, nowhere near 90! If the Good Lord lets me stick around another 30 years, I hope I look that good...

My Dad died in 2007, five days after his 83rd birthday. There is not a single day that goes by that I don't think about him, and I would give almost anything to have one more conversation with him.

I am so glad for you, that you have your Dad still around. Thanks for sharing his story with us, and Merry Christmas to both of you. :)
 
Tell your Pop "Happy Birthday!" from old Smoky.

Dec 26 also happens to be my parents 69th wedding anniversary, but my Pop checked out in 2011 after 66 years of marriage to Ma.

Hope your Pop squeezes in many, many more before cashing out!
 
First for me you thank your dad for serving. And happy birthday and I wish you many more. God bless, BigBill
 
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