Approaching the USS ARIZONA on our port side
January of 1962 - Pearl
Harbor, Hawaii
By Tom Dailey
All of those newsreels and movies... all of my Father's & Uncle's stories came alive. The history lessons of grade school, junior high, and high-school were suddenly filled with true meaning. Those comrades still on watch, known to some of my Dad's and Uncle's friends... their names echoed, no longer just names mentioned in a garage, or barn, or during a movie that made Dad cry. This was REAL, and I was part of that tradition who shall NEVER FORGET. Later in the week, I took a ride in a "U" boat (Utility), we passed right over the stacks, and I saw a shiny multi-colored oil film on the water - I reached down and dipped my finger in it, as we coasted o'er the stacks, for the coxwain had silenced the diesel engine... I felt the slippery oil - still seeping from her tanks - and thought - ... so this is what the blood of a battleship feels like.
At last, the pipe to "Two"... and the saluting arms came alongside the trouser seams, in unison. We had paid our respects, yet again, to the crew who still served, deep within the bowels of that ship, just slightly below the waters of the anchorage - still in action - since December 7th, 1941.
Tom
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