In 1991, I took a road trip around the country to find out about my past and interview all of my living relatives. Read the first part (4 pp) of my “Roots Quest Journal” as published in The Lyon’s Tale (my mother was a Lyon).
The year 2016 is off to a good start with a story in the national quarterly magazine of the the U.S. Navy Cruiser Sailors Association (USNCSA). In it, I recount my participation in 1946 on the heavy cruiser, USS Fall River (CA-131), as she makes her way from Norfolk, Virginia, to the Bikini Atoll for “Operation Crossroads,” the first post-war atomic bomb tests. -Bill McGee
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Note: This post is off-topic for my blog, but I’m proud of my wife Sandra’s accomplishments and I insisted she post this in her words.
“Santa Barbara, Calif., 2000 … It was a very good year. To thank me for my six years’ of work on the Board to help launch the State Street Ballet in Santa Barbara (I was one of six founders of the professional ballet company in 1994), Artistic Director Rodney Gustafson asked me to select the music for a new ballet. This was an honor bestowed on a board member by an artistic director and I took it very seriously.
“I had seen Twyla Tharp’s “Sinatra Suite” (1983) with Tharp and Baryshnikov dancing, and I thought “SSB” could also do a ballet to songs by Sinatra though in a more classical style. When I announced my musical selection to Mr. Gustafson, he said, “Fine, but you have to get the rights to use the music and we can’t pay much.”
“It just so happened the attorney for the Sinatra Foundation lived nearby (though I didn’t know him), so I dropped a note in his mailbox with the idea for the ballet and a list of prospective songs. The next day, I received a fax: “Use all you want; no charge; please send 8 tickets for opening night for Tina, me and others.”
“The ballet was choreographed by former New York City Ballet ballerina Victoria Simon, a friend of fellow board member actress Bonnie Bartlett.
“I read in the paper the Kahn Winery in Los Olivos was about to release their ’98 “Cab Frank,” a cabernet franc made as a tribute to Frank Sinatra. I met the owners, Andrew Kahn and Christian Garvin, and they gave me a bottle. On the label was an abstract painting done by Sinatra himself in 1987. They said they played Sinatra while making the wine. They also generously offered to uncork their limited release of “Cab Frank” at the post-performance Patron party following the ballet’s debut.
“The “Salute to Sinatra” was all I had hoped for: eight wonderful songs by Sinatra (“Come Dance With Me”, “Where Are You”, “Too Close For Comfort”, “That Old Black Magic”, “American Beauty Rose”, “That’s Life”, “Almost Like Being In Love”, and “My Way”); classical choreography with a touch of Balanchine when the music called for it; both the women and men costumed in formal wear adapted to ballet movements. The ballet was well-received and became part of the touring repertoire.”–Sandra McGee
(Watch or DVR the CBS special “Sinatra 100 — All-Star Concert” airing on Sunday, December 6, on CBS.)
I remember Sunday, 7 December 1941, as if it was yesterday. I had just turned sixteen and was living with the Reverend Hawley and his family at the Vancouver Barracks in Vancouver, Washington, just east of Portland, Oregon. Rev. Hawley had been the pastor at the Malta Community Church in my hometown of Malta, Montana, and was called up to serve as a Chaplain in the U.S. Army in Vancouver. When I dropped out of high school, Rev. Hawley got me a job at the Vancouver Barracks “PX” (Post Exchange) while I trained to become a welder at the newly-opened Kaiser Vancouver Shipyards.
On this particular Sunday morning, my buddies and I were walking down Broadway Street in downtown Portland checking out the movies. All of a sudden, someone opened a store door and shouted, “The radio says the Japanese just bombed the hell out of us … somewhere called Pearl Harbor!”
My friends and I were in shock. We forgot about the movies and hurried back to the barracks to listen to the radio. Like most Americans, we read about and listened to the ongoing debates regarding the threat of a war with Japan. But we never expected anything to happen that close to home (sound familiar?). Now the facts of the matter were quite different.
On that frightful morning, in what turned out to be a long-planned secret attack, Japanese warplanes appeared suddenly over the unsuspecting U.S. Naval Base at Pearl Harbor and proceeded to bomb or aerial torpedo what was then the mightiest U.S. naval force in history. The next day, President Roosevelt indelibly described 7 December 1941 as “a date which will live in infamy” and declared war on the Japanese.
Like other guys my age, I was gung-ho to join the Marines or Navy and get in the action. I checked in with both recruiting offices thinking there might be an age exception now that we were in a war. The bottom line was at 16, there was no way I could enlist; at 17, I could enlist providing one parent signed a consent form; at 18, I was free to do as I wished.
So I waited out the next ten months, eager to turn 17, and worked as a welder on ships at the Kaiser Vancouver Shipyard. On 30 September 1942, my seventeenth birthday, I took the underage consent form signed by my mother and proudly joined the U.S. Navy.
(Excerpted from BLUEJACKET ODYSSEY, 1942-1946: Guadalcanal to Bikini, Naval Armed Guard in the Pacific by William L. McGee, BMC Publications, 2000)
Veterans Day, November 11, 2015
On 7 August 1942, six months to the day after the Japanese sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, the first major offensive by the United States was launched against the Japanese in the South Pacific.
The 1st Marine Division under MGen A. A. Vandegrift landed on Guadalcanal and Tulagi in the Solomon Islands northeast of Australia. It was the beginning of a two-pronged offensive aimed at dislodging the Japanese from islands that would provide stepping stones to the eventual invasion of Japan.
It was the beginning of the bloody six month battle for Guadalcanal.
The cost and the return in lives and ships lost in the entire Guadalcanal campaign. There it was—2,500 square miles of miasmic plain, thick jungle and savage mountains in American hands, after exactly six months of toil, suffering and terror. What had it cost? What was the return? Where were we going next?
In war’s brutal scale of lives lost against lives risked, the blood-letting from 60,000 Army and Marine Corps troops committed to Guadalcanal, had not been excessive; 1,592 killed in action. Navy losses were certainly in excess of that figure, and several score fliers of all three air forces had given their lives. But the Japanese had lost about two thirds of the 36,000 men who fought on Guadalcanal—14,800 killed or missing, 9,000 dead of disease and 1,000 taken prisoner. Many thousand more soldiers went down in blasted transports or barges, and the number of Japanese sailors lost in the vicious sea battles will never be known, because such matters do not interest the Japanese.
On the material side, the tallies of combat ships lost by each side in the Guadalcanal campaign were surprisingly even.
(Above table compiled by Mr. W. L. Robinson. It does not include transports (AP. AK or APD) of which the Japanese had far the heavier loss, or auxiliaries such as Seminole, or patrol craft.)
Tactically—in the sense of coming to grips with the enemy—Guadalcanal was a profitable lesson book. The recommendations of Guadalcanal commanders became doctrine for Allied fighting men the world over. And it was the veteran from “the ‘Canal” who went back to man the new ship or form the cornerstone for the new regiment. On top level, mark well the names of Halsey, Turner, Vandegrift, Patch, Geiger, Collins, Lee, Kinkaid, Ainsworth, Merrill. They would be heard from again.
Strategically, as seen from Pearl Harbor or Constitution Avenue, Guadalcanal was worth every ship, plane and life that it cost. The enemy was stopped in his many-taloned reach for the antipodes. Task One in the arduous climb to Rabaul was neatly if tardily packaged and filed away.
There were more subtle implications to Guadalcanal. The lordly Samurai, with his nose rubbed in the mud and his sword rusted by the salt of Ironbottom Sound, was forced to revise his theory of invincibility. A month previously Hirohito had issued an imperial rescript stating that in the Solomon Islands “a decisive battle is being fought between Japan and America.” Radio Tokyo gave out that the Imperial forces, “after pinning down the Americans to a corner of the island,” had accomplished their mission and so departed to fight elsewhere. There was a laugh for Americans in that; but Guadalcanal never inspired much laughter.
For us who were there, or whose friends were there, Guadalcanal is not a name but an emotion, recalling desperate fights in the air, furious night naval battles, frantic work at supply or construction, savage fighting in the sodden jungle, nights broken by screaming bombs and deafening explosions of naval shells. Sometimes I dream of a great battle monument on Guadalcanal; a granite monolith on which the names of all who fell and of all ships that rest in Ironbottom Sound may be carved. At other times I feel that the jagged cone of Savo Island, forever brooding over the blood-thickened waters of the Sound, is the best monument to the men and ships who here rolled back the enemy tide.
(Excerpted from THE SOLOMONS CAMPAIGNS, 1942-1943: From Guadalcanal to Bougainville, Pacific War Turning Point by William L. McGee, Chapter 2, “The Landings, 7 – 8 August, 1942”. Excerpt also includes portions of Volumes IV and V of Samuel Eliot Morison’s History of United States Naval Operations in World War II.)
For a great read, check out Richard Whittle’s PREDATOR: The Secret Origins of the Drone Revolution, a complete history from model airplanes of the last century up to and including drones today as a major and new military weapon. -Bill
Bugles Across America was founded in 2000 by Tom Day, when Congress passed legislation stating that Veterans have a right to at least two uniformed military people to fold the flag and play Taps on a CD player. Bugles Across America was founded to take this a step further. In recognition of the service these Veterans have provided to their country, Tom Day felt that they each deserved a live rendition of Taps played by a live bugler. To this end, the non-profit group actively seeks capable volunteers to provide this valuable service to Veterans and their families.