Thomas E. Crew

Number 108: Texas A&M University Military History Series

Dedicated to all of the U.S. combat veterans whose stories remain untold

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Text Box: Updated: March 1, 2010 Text Box: "So men take heed, this trusty craft on which we rest our humble carcasses is not a cargo carrier but a fighting ship as well.  So with all due credit I think that she, a ship among ships, has earned her campaign stars."               Rupert E. Lyon, Wartime Commanding Officer USS Tate   Text Box: "I guess it doesn't make any difference, once a man has gone.  Medals and speeches and victories are nothing to them any more.  They died and others lived and nobody knows why it is so.  They died and thereby the rest of us go on and on."                                                                      Ernie Pyle Text Box: On board the USS Tate with forty-eight stars, thirteen stripes, five sailors and one purpose. Text Box: USS Tate (AKA-70) Text Box:      We all have a debt to the past.  Our memories form the very essence of who we are and without them, we would have no identity.  Many of these memories are carried through time as part of our collective American experience.  They can be stirred to life by any number of events: such as hearing our National Anthem, seeing the pride and dignity with which our armed forces carry themselves, or from studying our nation’s military history.  On the eve of the Civil War, Abraham Lincoln spoke of "the mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land."  Lincoln was appealing to the American identity to listen to the "better angels of our nature," and avoid war. Yet, historical consciousness could not overcome the political issues of the day and the ensuing tragedy still casts its dark shadow across time.  There are many ways in which we can repay our debt to the past and infuse ourselves with the historical awareness that Lincoln foresaw as so valuable.  For me it was paid in part by  interviewing over fifty of our rapidly vanishing World War II veterans and then writing Combat Loaded.  While this book tells their stories, it was also written to represent a whole class of amphibious warriors who have been largely ignored by historians.  Put simply, the goal was to tell an untold story through a chorus of original voices.  After five years of research, writing, and plundering the National Archives, the resulting work contains a number of interesting embedded stories:        Ø    The cradle to grave story of a WW II attack cargo ship.                   Ø  The mobilization and training of largely civilian crew. Ø  A detailed technical description of amphibious operations from both an individual ship and transport squadron perspective. Ø  A complete reconstruction and analysis (with tactical maps) of a large kamikaze attack on a lightly screened troop laden transport squadron off Okinawa. Ø  A comprehensive description of the seizure of the Kerama Retto island group (with tactical maps) as the first stage in the largest operation of the Pacific War: the battle for Okinawa. Ø  A detailed account of the battle for Ie Shima (with tactical maps), one of the last invasions of the war, representing the end-state of one of WW II’s hallmarks--joint amphibious operations. Ø  The inclusion of the story of the troops of the 77th Infantry Division fighting ashore and the operations to keep them supplied with combat cargo provides an understanding of the vital role of combat logistics in amphibious warfare.  Ø  The origin and impact of specialized oceanographic and hydrographic units in amphibious operations. Ø  A detailed description of the last days of Ernie Pyle told in greater depth than previously published accounts using significant new material. Ø  Post-war transport of over 600,000 Chinese troops to counter Communist intentions in Manchuria. Ø  The harrowing story of riding out a massive typhoon at sea. Ø  The lasting emotional impact of war.              

 

 

Text Box: Air attack at dusk on the transport area

Text Box: Kamikaze damage to Henrico (APA-45)

 

 

 

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All those associated with the Combat Loaded project extend their sympathy to the family of QM 1st Class Alfred S. Coslett, whose recent passing reminds us all just how blessed we are to live in the shadow of the Greatest Generation.  As a Quartermaster, Al often used the stars to set a course for his shipmates during World War II.  Surely, there is now, one more star in the heavens, to guide us all through our lives--made possible by Al's humble service to his country.  Stand easy sailor on a job well done and a life well lived. (Spring 2007)

It is with a sad heart that we must announce the passing of another vital member of the Combat Loaded project.  We lost MM 2nd Class Milton J. Buswell of Elyria, Ohio over the Memorial Day weekend.  Of all the veterans interviewed during this project, Milton's war experience was easily the most gripping, as he had already lost two ships in the Arctic Ocean, before joining the USS Tate.  When asked if he had lived his whole life in Elyria, Ohio, he chuckled and said, "Not yet."  A humble soul who endured the wrath of both the Germans and the Japanese, Milton returned to Ohio after the war, to live the simple life he had dreamed of during the darkest days of World War II.  (Spring 2007)

It is often said that bad news comes in threes and with the passing of EM 2nd Class Byron W. Larsen on June 6th (D-Day) this adage has yet again become a reality.  The day we found Byron, he was feeling down and questioning if he had anything to offer to the Combat Loaded project.  As the conversation went on, it gained momentum and moved from a level addressing operational detail to one about the unfathomable and lasting emotional imprint of war on the human spirit.  It was a remarkable transformation of a tired old man into a vibrant and energized veteran eager to have his thoughts and deeds captured as part of the permanent historical record.  As a writer it is a daunting task to try and portray the humility of such a man, who felt he initially had little to offer, before providing such a poignant account of the war's impact on his life.   Now we who are left, must try to assess the lasting imprint such men have had on ourselves, the American experience and the world as a whole. (Spring 2007)

It has been over eight months since I have had the sad duty of trying to put into words the loss of another vital contributor to the Combat Loaded project.  Alvin Joslyn's passing on March 4, 2008, brings forth for me a complex mix of emotions that may take years to fully understand.  As with the death of any valued friend there is a profound feeling of loss, but at this time I cannot help feel this loss is tempered by the lasting influence Al will have on my life and by the legacy he helped forge for his fellow World War II veterans.  Al was the second man located as a part of the USS Tate reunion effort.  And over the course of our many conversations he convinced me that a book needed to be written, not a conventional smoke and steel war story, but a book about the human experience of war.  The seed was thus sown and the mold set for the five year long project that brought forth Combat Loaded.  Whenever I got stuck or doubted myself, Al was there to coax me along.   And when Al came to New Orleans for a Kiwanis convention, it was my honor to spend a day with him at the National World War II Museum.  My fondest memory of Al  was when I visited him in Michigan at Christmas 2006 and placed a just released copy of Combat Loaded in his happy hands.   It was the book he convinced me to write and whose very fabric was a product of his humanity.  During that visit I got to examine a pair of sandals that Al had brought home from Zamami Shima.  The sandals had belonged to a Japanese girl killed by her own family to protect her from the American invaders.  Yet, here was a ninety-plus year old man still honoring the memory of a girl killed in 1945, so that he could not harm her.  The irony was riveting.  I later learned that Texas A&M University Press had contracted the production of  Combat Loaded to a printer outside Ann Arbor, just a few miles away from where Al lived.  I found it both amusing and fitting that an author from Mississippi, with a publisher from Texas, would coincidentally have a book printed in the same Michigan community where the project's concept was born in the soul of an aging veteran who had called that place home for his entire adult life.   (March 2008)

There is often a coincidental irony in life that defies explanation.  Alvin Maw's physical presence at the Tate's first and only reunion in Raleigh, North Carolina in 2003,  was one such circumstance.  On the surface he looked like any other aging warrior, but hidden inside the man was a lifetime of remarkable service not only to his county, but to his creator as well.   By the time we found Alvin he was deaf and it was impossible to have a conversation with him.  Yet, this did not stop him from telling us many engaging tales from World War II.  By necessity these conversations were one sided and it was impossible to tease out the finer details of the events he related or the emotional impact they had on his life.  And as the well known adage says, "the devil is in the details."  But, Alvin would have nothing to do with the devil or his details.  He did not mention that he had just lost his wife or that prior to his enlistment in the Navy he lost his triplet daughters within a week of their birth.  And while he never had any other children, anyone who saw his smile or the twinkle in his eye could not imagine that he had lived a sad or empty life.  For a man of faith like Alvin is never really alone.  After fighting in the no-quarter air sea battles off Okinawa as a 40mm gunner, he returned home to in Easely, South Carolina.  There in his church he found a memorial plaque honoring one of its members, Lt Col  Lyman O. Williams, the Executive Officer of the 305th Infantry Regiment, who was killed when the USS Henrico, the Tate's divisional command ship took a catastrophic kamikaze hit in full view of Maw from his battle station.  Maw's house of worship not only offered solace and peace, but also a lasting reminder to battles he survived.  (March 2009)

The pages of Combat Loaded are only graced with one photo of a woman.  Yet, it's easily the author's favorite picture that of a happy yet demure young woman cuddling with her dashing sailor husband in his dress whites.  Darlene Smith never heard the crash of battle or the smell of burning powder, but her war experience was surely more arduous than for many of the men in uniform.  What can you say about a woman who watched her husband go to war with an infant in her arms and then wait patiently for his return.   And when that reunion finally came, have it cut short by the Navy bureaucracy that sacrificed its promises to a husband and father to meet the cruel realities of war.  Reunited just long enough to conceive another child her husband Uel would ironically return from Okinawa just in time to see his son born on July 4th, 1945, before again immediately returning to his ship.  There were surely countless Darlene Smiths in the history of America, but I only knew one and it's hard to imagine anyone else like her.  (May 2009)

When I see an email in my inbox from a member of a veteran's family I fear the worst.  I have to gather myself before opening these messages as it usually means I will be passing on bad news to other veterans and trying to craft a few words to lend comfort to a family coping with the loss of a loved one.  This time it was David Waller whom we bid farewell to.  Finding something poignant to say about Dave would be easy.  He treated me with great kindness and warmth and gave each member of my family a copy of one of his magnificent paintings, which will always grace the walls of out homes and remind us of the depth and beauty of his vision of the world.  Yet, no greater tribute can be paid to Dave than that offered by one of his shipmates who said, "Although one's ability to recall after sixty some years tends to fade, remembering Dave from our shipboard days aboard the USS Tate in WW II is really quite easy.   Dave was a highly respected officer, not only by his fellow officers, but also by the enlisted men who worked with him.  That was because he consistently showed respect for them."  It is hard to think of finer tribute than to be remembered as a man who showed universal respect for everyone during a a time when tyranny threatened to tear apart the fabric of civilization.  Or in the words of Ben Franklin, "To be humble to superiors is duty, to equals courtesy, to inferiors nobleness."  (February 2010)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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