In traditional naval
parlance you serve in a ship, not on board. As a regular NROTC Midshipman at
Princeton University, I spent my “plebe cruise” during the summer of 1955 in
the USS Wisconsin (BB-64), along with several hundred other midshipmen.
Wisconsin was the last of five Iowa Class battle ships commissioned by the
United States Navy during World War II, and a sister ship to the USS Missouri
(BB-63). All of the internal photographs shown here have been taken in the USS
Missouri. She (the USS Missouri) currently resides as a maritime museum at Ford
Island, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, guarding the memorial and remains of the hull of
the USS Arizona (BB-39). See; http://arnhemjim.blogspot.com/p/military-strategy.html
. The USS Wisconsin is also a museum ship at the Port of Norfolk (her former home port), Virginia.
USS Wisconsin (BB-64) last of the Iowa Class Battleships commissioned 16 April 1944 |
Another view of 58,000 long tons full load displacement (post 1980's) moving at 35.5 knots |
The forward main battery of Number 1 and 2 Turrets of 16"/50cal. Naval Guns |
My General Quarters station was in the powder handling room of No. 2 Turret of her battery of nine 16”/50 cal Mk 7 guns. It was the modern version of a “powder monkey” deep in the barbette. Each of the 6 bags of propellant required for the projectile of a single gun (3 guns to each turret) weighed 110 pounds (white silk bags in the photograph). Suffices we didn’t have to move them very far without electro-mechanical assistance. That’s 660 pounds of powder charge for one projectile with it’s weight ranging from 1900 to 2700 pounds, depending on type. See; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/16%22/50_caliber_Mark_7_gun. and for those interested, an in-depth technical article on the design, development and employment of the gun; http://navweaps.com/Weapons/WNUS_16-50_mk7.php (please cut and pass this URL). We could only hear a low muffled roar when the turret fired, but sure as hell felt a massive shake as the entire ship rolled in recoil.
An inert 16" projectile and 2 dummy propellent charges, again 110 pounds apiece |
The breech and Welin interupted-screw breech-block of a 16"/50 cal Naval Gun Mk 7; noting the close tolerances between massive moving surfaces |
Another view of the breech, observing the open breech-block almost centered deep below in the photograph, as gun is in the nearly maximum elevated position of 45 deg |
Typical Midshipmen's berthing quarters; It's certainly not the Ritz Carlton, but it was warm (sometimes too warm) and dry |
All Hands on Deck, Captain's Inspection - Midshipman Cruise, Summer 1955 (I was somewhere on deck, you can tell the Midshipmen by the visored combination caps) |
Main Battery Plot - Firing Panel for all three 16"/50cal Mk7 gun turrets and the Main Fire Control Computer Mk I |
United States Navy Gun Fire Control Computer Mk IA; fundamentally an electro-mechanical analog computer |
One of the armored hatches (at top of photograph) passing to the lower decks from "Broadway" |
That's not a hatch, THIS IS A HATCH! Hatch (door) into the armored conning station on the bridge of the ship, manned and secured during General Quarters (didn't want to be claustrophobic) |
One of my assigned duties
was to stand “Admiral’s Flag Watch” on the 011 level at night. Someone, never
identified, had “purloined” the flag as a souvenir, so a 24-hour watch was
established, comprised solely of midshipmen. Unfortunately, no one had seen fit to provide a set of
sound-powered phones for the watch station, and after my designated four hours
in the dead of night in the Danish Straits (cold even in the summer). I had to
wait a further two hours before someone realized the error, and sent up a
relief. During that same passage (not the same time) we passed a Soviet Navy
Sverdlov Class Light Cruiser. Given the
displacement, speed and armament of an Iowa Class Battleship, I’m certain they were a
little bit more impressed with us, than the other way around.
The Mikkhal Kutuzov, a Sverdlov Class Light Cruiser - now also a museum ship |
Another view of the Mikhal Kutuszov |
The 011 level and the "Admiral's Flag Watch" straight up from here |
We had paid a port call to Edinburgh, Scotland, with additional liberty, and an overnight train for a multiple day visit to London. Being of Scottish ancestry, and already having developed an interest in the history of the British Armed Forces, it was a magnificent adventure. I was able to acquire a set of used bagpipes (very plain service issue) at the famous firm of J.& R. Glen Highland Bagpipes, 497 Lawnmarket, close to Princess Street in Edinburgh. See; http://www.thebagpipemuseum.com/Glen_History.html (please copy and paste this URL). Glen’s finally closed their doors in 1979. They hang this day in a place of honor in our family room closely guarded by “Lt. Col Angus Smyth - Gordon MC” of the 92nd Gordon Highlanders.
The premises of J. & R. Glen - Highland Bagpipe Makers since the mid 1800's, Edinburgh, Scotland |
A set of Great Highland Bagpipes made by J. & R. Glen - properly displayed and guarded |
Between visits to the sights
of London, including the Imperial War Museum (National Army Museum hadn’t been
established), I made my first of many visits to Laurence Corner Army Surplus Store which
stood at the same location from 1953 to 2007. Will never forget rummaging
around the literally open barrels outside the store loaded with all manner of genuine
surplus British Army cloth insignia, on sale for literally half pennies or at
the most pence each. They were standing on the sidewalk directly under the white sign seen in the photograph. These insignia were the genesis of a lifetime collection of British Armed Forces uniforms, equipment, and armament.
Laurence Corner, Patch Collector's Paridise in its day |
From Edinburgh, we set sail
out of the Firth of Forth for Copenhagen, Denmark. The ship’s boats for both visitors and liberty parties in Copenhagen landed at a quay that was within a very
short distance of the famous little mermaid statue inspired by Hans Christen
Andersen’s story.
Copenhagen's enchanting "Little Mermaid" looking out sea |
While there one day in the
duty section I drew the task of being a tour guide for visitors to the ship. I
was assigned to accompany a Soviet Navy Captain Second Rank and his wife
(rather dour as I recall) on the
standard cursory visitor’s tour of the ship. I knew that he had to be far more
knowledgeable than I of the ship’s characteristics and armament. Additionally
in retrospect realized that because he was obviously stationed there as part of
their Naval Attaché’s staff to Denmark, that certainly he, and probably his
wife, were both GRU (Fleet Intelligence suborned to the Fifth Directorate) agents. For those who may not be familiar; Гла́вное разве́дывательное управле́ние, translated, Glavnoye Razvedyvatelnoye Upravlenie (Organization of the Main Intelligence Administration) of the then Soviet Union. At some point I also realized that assigning a lowly midshipman as their guide was a premeditated intentional diplomatic snub by both the United States Navy and Government.
The next day was to prove
even more interesting, and a lot more enjoyable. Returning to the ship from a
half day ashore, before I boarded the liberty boat to return to the ship and waiting at the quay, I
noticed a middle-aged couple accompanied by an absolutely stunning (classic), statuesque blonde Danish teenager (18 or 19) in a beautiful bright yellow
summer dress, who as suspected
turned out to be their daughter. Mustering
every ounce of courage, I was smart enough to initially introduce myself to the
older couple. They spoke fluent English having immigrated to the United States,
owned a flower shop in New York City for a period of time, and for certain reasons
decided to return to Denmark. It was a bit of a ride back to the Wisconsin, and
by the time we arrived, had been introduced to their daughter Else, and invited
them to allow me the opportunity to act as their tour guide. They readily
accepted, as I truly think they were trying just as hard for their daughter to
potentially meet a future United States Naval Officer. Else was born in the United States, so already had dual citizenship. As we all reached the
top of the accommodation ladder (gangway), the poor midshipman who had the tour guide duty that day
had his bubble burst, when I told him that they had asked me to be their tour
guide. What a chagrined and abject look on his face, as Else was really quite
striking. Her parents invited me for dinner at their home, left us alone for
quite some time, and another day we all visited Tivoli Gardens together. I took them a box of Hersey’s Chocolate bars (still a precious gift in
Denmark even in the mid-50’s), and when I left, I gave her one of my gold
anchor collar devices. A very sad and emotional parting.
Else, in addition to fluently speaking the American idiom of English had learned to
read and write English, and we corresponded for quite some time. As best as I can recall she
became a highly successful hairdresser’s model (use the search term "Danish hairdresser's female models" on the Internet to get some idea of today's competition, and she could match or surpass anyone of them). Unfortunately I didn't keep a photograph of Else, but recently i saw an image of a Danish/American young lady who bore a striking resemblance (as I can best remember). It was as though she could be Else's grand-daughter. This young lady's surname is of Danish-Norwegian origin. which certainly fits.
I’m not sure exactly what happened after that,
just too great a distance, and three more years of university, then at least three years in the Navy, at the time. As you can tell
from the length of this segment, I reflect occasionally on what might have been? At my age I'm allowed.
A colorful part of the restored older portion of the waterfront in Copenhagen |
Same scene, Magnificent "Wonderful Copenhagen" by night |
A portion of Tivoli Gardens by night |
Another view of Tivoli Gardens by night |
A broad variety of themes |
Still another part of Tivoli Gardens at night |
Tivoli Gardens opened its gates in 1843. The very next year the Tivoli Youth Guard, the world’s first youth guards were formed as a “Lilliputian Military”. The band and contingent of guards, who’s uniforms are patterned after Den Kongelige Livgard (Royal Life Guards) of the King of Denmark, have been performing ever since. They, as well as their real life counterparts, are the embodiment of the classic toy soldier portrayed in Hans Christian Andersen's classic childrens' story, "The Steadfast Tin Soldier". Consider if you will for a moment, on a bright summer day in 'Wonderful, Wonderful Copenhagen', in the total environment of Tivoli Gardens, holding the hand of an absolutely beautiful young lady, and enjoying the band concert.
It was a magnificent, almost idyllic summer, ending with a brief visit to the U.S. Naval Base, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, before returning to home port in Norfolk, Virginia. Really tough duty, even considering the "holystoning" of the Wisconsin's teak main deck, but someone had to do it.
3 comments:
Jim -- I stumbled across your page while trying to identify all the ships in the 1955 Midshipman Midshipman cruise. I, too, was there! You have a bunch of very nice photos compared to the relatively few I have-- I was too cheap to pay for a lot of film! One itsy-bitsy criticism: The MK 1 Fire Control computer shown in two of the photos, I believe, was actually just a Mark 1, not a 1A. The 1A came after the war to keep up jet speeds. Also,it was only useful with the 5"/38 guns. Being electro-mechanical it was "hard-wired" from start to finish. Incidentally, I have a "Time of Flight" module from a 1A that my techs gave me when I retired in 1979.
I am working on a little article for the Univ of Wisconsin NROTC Badger Shipmate. It is based on my autobiography but needed some fleshing out for for the alumni rag. Thus the desire for a complete listing of ships in the Task Group. My photos show Albany CG123, Wilkerson DL5, Howard D. Crow DE252, and Allen M. Sumner DD692. If you can name any others I would appreciate hearing from you.
Incidentally, I too saw the most beautiful girl in the world at Trivoli Park but never got close to her. Still much too shy.
Bob Johnson LCdr, Ret
Hello Bob,
Sincerely appreciate your interest and taking the time and effort to drop me the note. Being analog those computers must have been a Swiss watchmaker's nightmare to maintain. Have greatest respect for the Fire Control Technicians of the day. Had a Chief by the name of Tommy Thompson as an assistant to the Lieutenant, who was our gunnery professor in Princeton's Naval Science Department. I'm not certain who was actually the more knowledgeable.
Thank you very much for pick up on the Mark 1 versus the 1A. I have another major article on the sinking of the Bismarck in 1941, and will correct nomenclatures in both.
Unfortunately don't have a further information on the composition of ships in the 1955 Midshipman Cruise. However like yourself have the greatest of memories.
Fair winds and Following Seas in the New Year, and stay safe,
Jim Gordon aka Arnhem Jim
Arizona Territory
Hello Jim,
I found your blog on a whim while looking for photos of the Wisconsin for a diary I am about to publish. I too was there, and among my friends were a dozen Princeton Middies. We had some uproarious parties at Gitmo, and I learned quite a few Tiger songs ('Going Back to Nassau Hall," etc.). Among those who wrote in my calendar book are Jon Masters ["I am pleased to note that despite your college, you show Tiger spirit at the drunken brawls we have."] Jim Schneider (sp?)["Dave, the old Oregon State Phi Gam who helped make our Tiger parties."] Bill Holden (sp?) ["Sorry you won't be at P.U. with us next year. See ya at Corpus."] There are a couple with hopeless signatures, this from a 1/c whose long last name begins with a K: "Here's to Orgasm State. Hope to see you at Princeton someday." I had similar experiences in Copenhagen with absolutely beautiful blondes. I drew the "dancing detail" at the reception, and rode the launch with the Russian you mention, who drew frowns from our brass for describing to me, in great detail, the particulars of the USS Wilkerson. On the pier, he stood on his toes and clicked his heels as he saluted me. Great memories!
David Hedges
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