The ship that brought me home in 1947

After two days in Pearl we left for San Francisco, and what a thrill it was to sail under the Golden Gate Bridge again. It is hard to describe the feeling I had. On the way out I was looking forward to finally getting into the fight for the freedom of America, and the continued freedom of all of my loved ones. I was especially thinking of Charlotte, and wondering if I would see her again. I had been in the Philippines for just about two years but it seemed to me I had been gone from Charlotte for more like ten years.

Gas ration stamps

On the other hand, coming back under the bridge I was relaxed, jubilant, and looking forward to seeing Charlotte, and starting our life together. The war had robbed five years out of our lives. The years of seventeen until twenty-one were basically excluded from our lives, they just didn’t happen. We all matured fast. Maturity was forced on us in a few months and we never looked back.

My path was similar to that of my three best friends as well as many young men during the 1940 to 1947 period. I was a happy go lucky teen in 1940 with nothing to think about but school, girls and having a good time. Then December 7, 1941 came and it all changed. In 1943 I was Platoon commander of a 25 man platoon in Louisiana, in 1944 was in charge of 20 record clerks at the Naval Supply Base in Scotia, New York. In March 1945 I was commissioned an officer in the United States Navy, 1946 Disbursing Officer responsible for several hundred thousand dollars and payroll for 150 Navy men and 400 civilian workers.

By 1947 I was home, married and back in college. In 1948, employed by Bell Telephone as Management trainee. When I was 25 years old in 1950 I was was promoted to District Superintendent with about 800 people in my District and so it went. That was the way it was. When the Empire of Japan attacked our country all of our young people had to set aside our lives to get the job done for all the people of America, and we did not regret it one bit. No one said thanks, or great job, or thanks for your service, but we did not particularly expect it.

Ration Book

The whole country had joined together in the war effort. The military of course, but the folks back home had sacrificed also; they were air wardens, “Rosie the Riveters” and victory garden planters. They had done without gasoline for their cars, coffee, sugar, and other necessities which were rationed, and even the little kids gathered scrap metal for the war effort. The whole country came together in one giant united effort without complaint, but with a lot of determination. There was not one word spoken negatively about the military, the government, or sacrifices that were required. I think it was really an amazing time in the history of our country.