Rations at battle stations after the Green Island hit. to the delight of us damn Yankees, we got BAKED (not boiled) BEANS for the first time in our NAVAL CAREERS......

Here are some of the events which I remember during my days on the " Lucky Lou" from June, '42 to April, '44. These are actual happenings and some of the names are real , as I remember them. Others had to be changed to avoid my being keel-hauled by someone's third generation descendants.

During September, 1942, in the Aleutians, a certain department head decided that he should modify the plane recovery procedures on the fantail. He gave orders to the EMs and the AvMMcs to change the length of the sled tow line before the plane's hook engaged the rope sled. Then he had the operator lift the plane before the lift line was vertical. Consequently, the plane's pontoon nose went under the water and the plane flipped over on it's back. The recovery destroyer recovered the plane crew and sank the plane with machine gun fire.

Three days later the same thing happened again. The electrician told the Chief Engineer that the recovery manual was being ignored by that certain officer. He never again opened his mouth during plane recovery. The destroyer skipper came over the TBS on the bridge and said "Please instruct your plane recovery team, Our Scotch is getting low."

In the spring of '43 we had a radar contact. Our destroyer leader went over to investigate the incident and found a Jap submarine on the surface charging batteries and smoking Pot, or whatever they used. He promptly blew off the conning tower with a 5 inch gun broadside. Exactly on the same watch four days later the same thing happened again. The DesRon commander sent us a TBS and asked "What are the limits on these birds?" He later became CNO.

When we were torpedoed on July 7, '43 the talker for Eris Marshik in the forward 5 inch gun director looked down at the 12 inches of water which fell inside the tub and said "Gee, Mr. Marshik, we went down fast didn't we?", - They were 80 feet above the water.

There are many others which I remember and I'll feed them to you if you want any more. Looking forward to the '99 reunion.

Best Regards, Pete Reeve, E DIV. Officer- '42-'44
220 Dillard Dr. Kennesaw, Ga.,30144

:........I reported aboard two days after Thanksgiving day in November 1942. In the Frisco Area. A few days later we headed for the Southwest Pacific and ended in Espiritu Santos as our operation base.

I remember the night of January 6, 1943 as we bombarded I thought of it as my first action. The scuttlebutt was that McArthur’s planes were to give us air coverage the next morning. At daybreak I was sitting port side aft, I saw seven planes above the ships on our port side. In a moment I saw a plane diving down, and I wondered why. Until I saw a bomb explosion in the British cruiser Canberra. I ran to the hatch near the 5" mount heading for my battle station, as I got halfway through the scuttle the 5" guns fired..

As I went down the ladder, I was hollering "Bombers" "Bombers", then the guys in the sacks were hitting the deck before General Quarters sounded.  I still have a scar on my left ear drum from the 5"guns, time has healed it.  I was in the "A" division with Lt Koehler, we were in the same battle station together, so I got to know him and liked the big guy. I also enjoyed meeting and conversing with his son at the Santa Monica Reunion.

After numerous bombardments we were sent to Kula Gulf to intercept the "Tokyo Express". Night of July 4-5 1943 our task force found and attacked, and in that battle we lost our sister ship the "Helena". I still have a dollar bill blackened with fuel oil from one of the men from the Helena that we shared our bunks with in our compartment after we picked them out of the water.

At flank speed we got to Espiritu Santos and left off the "Helena" men, reloaded ammo. and headed back up "the slot".   In the battle of "Kolombangara" on the night of July 12-13 1943. "St. Louis", "Honolulu" and "Leander" received torpedo hits. I’m sure we caused much damage to the Japs.

While our bow was being repaired I got a 21 day leave. Upon returning from leave, several hundred of us were transferred to New Construction. As luck would have it, we received 30 days to report to the USS Hornet.

Just a "Foot-Note" or so regarding the "Wartime Patrols" of the "Lucky Lou" This is after we returned from the "Gilbert and Marshall Island" raid and were put on convoy duty with the Matson Line ships between Hawaii and the States.   One trip to the States we had a very famous four (4) stacker with us in convoy the S.S. MAURITANIA sister ship of the S.S. LUSITANIA.........she sure could step along, but when she "Blew Tubes", she darn near blinded the convoy.

Or!..........the night that the S.S.LURLINE had her forward hull hatch open and a naked light showing----this was at "Darken Ship" time. Captain Rood was very patient - signaled the "LURLINE'S bridge force three (3) times to correct the matter......  The fourth (4) time the skipper called, he gave the "LURLINE'S" Captain just three (3) minutes to attend to the matter, or he. Captain Rood, would do it for him!..........Skipper ordered the forward Port 5" battery to train out and lock on the hatch............At this point there was quite a scramble to close the hatch.

Since the U.S.S. CHESTER is listed in the report how about the story of the captured Jap Officer who wanted to see the 5" machine guns that the CHESTER was using in the "Marshall Island Raid" all he could see, as he said, were the CHESTER'S gun flashes.

THOSE BOYS WERE GOOD!!!!!!!!

Last item! The evening we were recovering Lt. Robby, from Air Patrol, and we had him and "S.O.C. on the sea-sled, the ship was turned to starboard to smooth the sea, and she caught a heavy swell - bridge reported the inclinometer as 28º to port heel, but I'm more apt to believe it was 40º or better. I was standing on the outside platform of the rear 5" 38 Port side and saw sea water come aboard thru the main deck scuppers, and not because of a high wave.

I'll let some one else tell what happened to the Chief "Skinny Legs" on the mess deck.

That's all for now, If I think of any thing else, I'll drop a note.

...........God's Love and Blessing to All,   Jim Daw former S 1/c Now C 1/c (citizen 1st Class)

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Letter from James E. Fonville

Time Frame: War Years circa 1941...........As a fourteen year old farm lad, many changes would be made in my lifestyle. Being one of six boys in the family, we knew an extended war would require an expanded military force and sacrifice of all. For many months the news was reporting horrible stories of wounded, prisoners and death in battles. One of my brothers had gone on to the European Theater of operations. Many items were being rationed on the home front n support of our military men.

My Father and Mother could see a time when it would no longer be possible to continue their farming operations with only the younger children, four of which were my sisters.  My twin brother and I wanted to leave the farm and prepare for service after we had an opportunity to seek employment for pay for about a year. After the summer harvest of 1942, we were given 17.55 each. We left Seymour, Texas and "Hitch Hiked" to Kansas , Mo. where we obtained employment in the Flour Mills. Our work as a unit was given recognition as outstanding. We were awarded the Army & Navy "E" Award.

By this time we were facing a decision regarding enlistment or being drafted. We returned to our parents newly established home in Weatherford, Texas. The day before our 18th birthday our Father took us to enlist in the U.S. Navy reserve. On that date of Feb 1st, 1944, my twin brother, Jesse and I began that transition to become an active part of the US Navy. We rode a train form Fort Worth, Texas to the Naval Training center, San Diego, CA. The assigned company 44-78 became our "home"

After Boot Training, my assignment was to Machine Shop Training School, Jesse was assigned to Signalman training school. Both schools were on the base. Near graduation time we were privileged to use the Sail Boats, If we were experienced sailors. The first day we were not experienced, so we watched some of the "old salts" rig their boats. Upon our next opportunity we could declare our experience and enter the competitive race.

We managed to get our boat rigged and launched. We gained a lot of "experience" racing down the channel, in fact we passed every boat before we approached the FINAL, a 180 degree turn around. Our lead was increased and maintained on the return. As we approached the FINAL, a 90 degree turn was required to enter the docking area. We won the race, up to that point, suddenly it capsized disqualifying us. How embarrassing.

Soon Jesse was assigned to Ocean Side CA for assignment to the APA 221. My machinist school was completed and September 27th, 1944 I was assigned to the USS St. Louis CL 49 at Terminal Island.  About this time the tide of war changed, We were beginning to win. I had trained with some of the best men America ever produced. Many joined the ship with me. Did the Japanese know we were coming after them ?

I was assigned to "B" division, boiler Room #2. Thereafter, the "Lucky Lou" kept the cleanest bilges in the Navy. She rode pretty good and turned corners better than a sailboat. It was rather hard to see the rest of the boiler room crew, they were above me and the floor plates. Usually, when my shift was completed, I was permitted topside to join another work party. On a Big Ship there is always work to be done by somebody.