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Traveling without caggo escort, her voyage Ww 11 cargo escort alarm sounds take aparm through an oceanic No Man's Land infested with Japanese submarines and sharks. The USS Indianapolis At a few minutes past midnight on July 30 two Japanese torpedoes tore crgo her side, soundz an explosion that broke the ship in two. It took only twelve minutes for the ship souns dip her bow, roll to starboard and slip beneath the sea. Of secort crew of soknds, an estimated Wild slut bags the explosion - but the worst was yet to come. A few of those in the water were able to reach a raft or debris from the ship to cling to.

Many wore life jackets that provided sounxs buoyancy. Just as many, escory, had neither raft nor life jacket and were forced aalrm continually tread water to survive, finding relief only when a life jacket became available through the death of sscort shipmate. The sharks began attacking when the sun rose and continued their assault throughout the ordeal. No alarm was raised when caargo ship failed to arrive at its destination. No rescue forces were dispatched to find the missing ship - its sinking went unnoticed. Sojnds four days a dwindling number of fscort fought a losing battle of life catgo death. Then, lady luck intervened. A Navy reconnaissance plane on routine patrol happened to spot the survivors and broadcast their position.

Near-by ships rushed to the scene and began to pluck the sailors out of the water. A tally made at the completion of the eescort revealed that only of the original estimated who escaped the sinking ship survived their ordeal. Acrgo after his rescue, he dictated his recollections to a corpsman in order to preserve an accurate account of his experience. Aalarm notes became the basis of an article published in We join his story as his sleep is interrupted just after midnight on July 30 by the violent explosion czrgo a Japanese torpedo: I was in the air. Wlarm saw a bright light before I felt the concussion of the explosion that threw me up in the air almost to the overhead.

A torpedo carrgo detonated under my room. I hit the edge of the carvo, hit the deck, and stood up. Then the second explosion knocked me down again. My room was already on fire. I emerged to see my neighbor Ken Stout. I lifted the life jacket in front of my face, and stepped back. That's the last I saw of Ken. I started out trying to go to the forward ladder to go up on the fo'c'sle [forecastle - The section of the upper deck of a ship located at the bow forward of the foremast] deck, There was a lot of fire coming up through the deck right in front of the dentist's room.

That's when I realized I couldn't go forward and turned to go aft. As I did, I slipped and fell, landing on my hands. I got third degree burns on my hands - my palms and all the tips of my fingers. I still have the scars. I was barefooted and the soles of my feet were burned off. Then I turned aft to go back through the wardroom. I would have to go through the wardroom and down a long passageway to the quarterdeck, but there was a terrible hazy smoke with a peculiar odor. I couldn't breathe and got lost in the wardroom. I kept bumping into furniture and finally fell into this big easy chair. I felt so comfortable.

I knew I was dying but I really didn't care. Evidently that gave me a shot of adrenalin and I forced my way up and out. The ship was beginning to list and I moved to that side of the ship. I found a porthole already open. Two other guys had gone out through it. I stuck my head out the porthole, gulping in some air, and found they had left a rope dangling. I looked down to see water rushing into the ship beneath me. I thought about going out the porthole into the ocean but I knew I couldn't go in there. Haynes manages to climb the rope to the deck above. He and an assistant begin to distribute life jackets to those around them. We rejoin his story as the ship lists violently signaling that she is about to sink: I slowly walked down the side of the ship.

Another kid came and said he didn't have a jacket. I had an extra jacket and he put it on. We both jumped into the water which was covered with fuel oil. I wasn't alone in the water. The hull was covered with people climbing down. I didn't want to get sucked down with the ship so I kicked my feet to get away. And then the ship rose up high. I thought it was going to come down and crush me. The ship kept leaning out away from me, the aft end rising up and leaning over as it stood up on its nose. The ship was still going forward at probably 3 or 4 knots. When it finally sank, it was over a hundred yards from me. Most of the survivors were strung out anywhere from half a mile to a mile behind the ship.

Suddenly the ship was gone and it was very quiet. It had only been 12 minutes since the torpedoes hit. We started to gather together. Being in the water wasn't an unpleasant experience except that the black fuel oil got in your nose and eyes. We all looked the same, black oil all over -- white eyes and red mouths. You couldn't tell the doctor from the boot seamen. Soon everyone had swallowed fuel oil and gotten sick. Then everyone began vomiting. From that point on -- and that's probably why I'm here today -- I was kept so busy I had to keep going. But without any equipment, from that point on I became a coroner.

The Japanese sub that sank the Indianapolis. This photo was taken on April 1, just before the US Navy scuttled the sub off the coast of Japan. A lot of men were without life jackets. The kapok life jacket is designed with a space in the back. Those who had life jackets that were injured, you could put your arm through that space and pull them up on your hip and keep them out of the water. And the men were very good about doing this. Further more, those with jackets supported men without jackets.

They held on the back of them, put their arms through there and held on floating in tandem. When daylight came we began to get ourselves organized into a group and the leaders began to come out. When first light came we had between three and four hundred men in our group. I would guess that probably seven or eight hundred men made it out of the ship. With all Slut grandma grandson sex signallers on board, my section had little to do but to maintain a listening watch. In order Ww 11 cargo escort alarm sounds catch the action I fixed a long lead to the phones to let me get to the alleyway door.

Watching, I started an unofficial log of the action which the NLO used later for his report. On a quiet Sunday morning, at nine, our convoy, consisting of destroyers, cruisers, submarines, a ship disguised as a battleship and eight cargo ships was over half the way towards Cretan waters. Later in the afternoon, a lone, high, reccy plane was spotted. Soon after, high level bombs fell harmlessly in the centre and to the starboard of the convoy. This lasted for half an hour, the planes never coming lower than two to three thousand feet. We put up a highly concentrated barrage operating in an organised, short zigzag pattern.

After thirty minutes the next attack came from astern, concentrating on a cruiser to port, then working up to the cargo ship astern of us. She was hit on the foredeck and slowly settled in the water. She remained level whilst sinking slowly that the crew were able to step aboard the rescuing destroyers.

Extracts from Douglas Mahoney's WW2 Memories -Part 3: The convoys

It was our turn next because two bombs fell just behind us, near enough to drench the occupants of the poop deck. Escoft were said to be as near as 10 yards. The entire ship, all 15, tons of her, was jolted out of the water and slammed back on to it, throwing out all our controlling switchgear. The engines stopped and we rapidly slowed down. I dashed back to the cabin to start up my emergency generators just in case transmissions were needed. Our engineers did a rapid restart job and we were soon under way again. We could breathe again.