Forced Landing at Sea aboard A PBM Martin Mariner

In 1943, after graduating from boot camp and signal school I was shipped without escort to the South Pacific aboard the SS President Monroe. We stopped in Suva, Fiji for supplies and then proceeded to Noumea, New Caledonia. While in Noumea we lived in a tent city waiting for orders to go north to the fighting. Finally, we received orders to report to Efate Island, in the New Hebrides, (now Vanuatu) at a place called Havana Harbor on the other side of the Island from the city of Villa. Our assignment was to work on a signal tower providing visual communications between the fleet and the harbor facilities.

The names of the other men in my group were: Stanley Russell Monroe, Sands Point, Idaho; Donald James Owsley, Berkley California; Delmas Dee Thurmond, Dallas, Texas; Fleetwood Teague Turner, Los Angeles, California; and William Austin Wade, Mulga, Alabama.

We worked for the First Class Signalman in charge of the tower named, Dallas D. Detour, from Portland Oregon. Others who were already there were, Red Martin, Victor Tucho, and "Hollywood" Halamuda. They were all old salts who had served in the four-stacker, tin can navy with the Asiatic fleet. "Red" was the intellectual; Tucho, the artist; Halamuda, the fly-boy.

After we had been on the island for many months, we were told it was time for rotation and all could go to the states except two. Two would have to stay for a short time to train the new relief crew. The names of everyone were put in a hat. Two were drawn out: Mine and Stanley Russell Monroe. The rest caught a ship and left for the states.


When we trained our relief crew and the time came for us to go home, the Captain of the base arranged for air transportation for Stanley Monroe and me from Efate to Pearl Harbor. The plane was a huge PBM Martin Mariner sea plane with two engines, and gull shaped wings. It was loaded with people, mail, and cargo.

Near the Island of Canton, the plane experienced ignition trouble in the right engine. We lost altitude rapidly. The pilot landed the plane in open water. The bow of the plane took some pounding against the swells. There seemed to be several collisions, shudders, and then rolling and pitching over the waves before we stopped. The mechanical problem was minor and was repaired in a short time. The takeoff was much calmer than the landing and we made the rest of the flight to Honolulu without incident.

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Points! Points! Points!

When the Japanese surrendered ending World War ll, the Navy had a system in place to decide the order in which service men and women were to be discharged: There were so many points for the number of months in service; So many points for the number of months oversees; So many points for the number of battles; and, So many points for the number of children.

Here is a poem I wrote after the system came out and I found I was short on the sufficient number of points to go home. I was not discharged until January 16, 1946:

Points
By Jim Thompson
September 28, 1945

Points! Points! Points!
Are there enough for me?
A point in need, a point indeed
To leave this peaceful sea.

Points! Points! Points!
Afar and near to me,
Of them I’ll boast and drink a toast,
To them today that’s free.

Points! Points! Points!
To God above I pray.
For points two score, and plus four more
My flesh and blood betray.

Points! Points! Points!
This word has swept the land
From sprouting seed to men that lead
On lips and hearts of man.

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August 6th, 1945

When Bob & Carol recently took Dan and me, and others, to visit the World War ll Memorials in Washington D.C., many old forgotten incidents surfaced and are still coming back. For example, today marks the 60th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima.

On August 6th, 1945, I was stationed on a weather ship between Guam and Japan gathering weather information for the B-29s to carry out the Manhattan project, or the dropping of the atom bomb on Hiroshima.It was the most boring duty imaginable. We went to a certain spot, sometimes as near as 90 miles off the cost of Japan, and cut our engines and drifted. We were not told why we were there until the second bomb was dropped on Nagasaki, and Japan surrendered. Then we got the story.

News bulletins were coming in fast and furious. It was reported that the areas where the a-bombs fell would be contaminated for a hundred years; no life would exist there; that nothing would grow there; the rivers and streams would be polluted forever.

We had 100 men and 10 officers aboard our ship. Each person was happy to see the bombs fall. Even though many were killed, we felt it shortened the war and saved many lives.

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RIDING OUT A TYPHOON Aboard the USS PCE 884

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