28 Months of Heaven and Hell

28 Months of

Heaven and Hell

J.D. Karns

Janet Beasley

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Copyright © 2014 by J.D. Karns Janet Beasley

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Dedication

I dedicate this book to my Big Brother Carl Lee Young, Jr. and to each and every service man and woman who gave their all in that war that I might continue to have the freedom I have always known.

-Charles L. Young

Acknowledgments

To J.D. Karns, author: thank you for this creative endeavor. Not only did you expertly use Carl's journal entries to relate the historical facts, but also you put your imagination to work and portrayed a warm, family-oriented story that captures the true feeling of the WWII era in the Midwestern United States.

To my brother Carl: thank you for providing your journal so that the life of a sailor aboard a destroyer escort in the WWII Pacific arena could be shared with everyone. It gives readers a chance to see the life of a sailor from that sailor's point of view. I also thank you for keeping your promise and telling me about it; someday finally arrived.

To my family: thanks to all of you for the motivation to keep those memorable years alive.

Chapter 1

BIG DECISION

I was playing with my Lincoln Logs, minding my own business. At age 11 it was tough being the youngest of three boys, though it had its advantages at times. I was taking such pride in steadying the last miniature log on my incredible fort, without any help from either of my siblings, when I was rudely interrupted. I heard what seemed to be a laughing ruckus coming from everyone downstairs (all but Dad of course).

Having been born nearly deaf in my right ear, I rarely could hear the family through the heat vent in the floor, let alone hear them above the World War II news that blared over the radio in the front room every evening after supper. But this particular evening was different. I raced to the banister, slid down, then ran into the kitchen. I wanted in on the fun, too, but it had gone silent for the moment. Everyone was still sitting around the table, picking at what crumbs were left from my oldest brother Chester’s birthday cake, which we had devoured earlier that evening to cap off the celebration. I took my seat between Chester and Mom.

Chester rapped me on the head and said, Hey, Bean Belly.

I enthusiastically replied, Hey, Big Brother. Truth be known, Bean Belly wasn’t cutting it for me anymore. I was 11-going-on-12, for crying out loud. I wanted him and Mike, the middle brother, to start calling me by my real name, Jeb. But somehow I knew better than to bring that up right then.

Chester looked at all of us as he continued smiling and spoke, Since everyone’s in such a good mood... A huff came from Dad, but Chester ignored it. ...I’ve got something really exciting to say. He paused a bit too long.

Well say it, boy, Dad grunted without looking up from his newspaper.

Chester wasted no time after Dad’s request. Now that I’m 18, and the United States has been involved with World War II since December 7, 1941, I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I want to serve my country.

I saw Mom beam with pride and fear all in the same fraction of a second. She said, Well that’s nice dear. We’ve raised you to be a proud American, and as well you should be. This is a great country. I saw her look around at some of the things we had, then at each one of us. I think wanting to protect our freedom is a very noble thing for any young man to want to do. Her voice trembled with her next words. So we’ll just wait and see if the draft cards fall in your favor. She patted Chester’s forearm with one hand and ran her other hand over her new hairdo. Until then we can all rest easy and enjoy our time together. She smiled right at Chester. I know, with you being 18 now, you’re going to want to get out on your own soon, and I want to make certain you’re absolutely ready for that. I want to be sure you have all that you need. You’ll need a job, for one thing. She chuckled. I saw Dad nod, and the smoke from his pipe whirled from the motion.

I looked back at Chester and saw his eyes widen a bit before he said, And you see, that’s just it. It appeared as though he was thinking about how to say his next words. You’re right Mom. I do want to get out on my own, and I definitely need a job to do that. He took her hand in his, though she did not look at him. She mashed a few more cake crumbs on her fork and brought them to her mouth as he said, But here’s the thing. I don’t want to wait and take a chance on the draft. He hesitated for only a second. I’d like to enlist.

I remember the sound of Mom’s fork hitting the floor and the sight of her mouth dropping open. I also remember Mike and me cheering at the tops of our lungs! Heck, more exciting than the news of our big brother enlisting was the fact that we both knew if he left, we’d each have our own room.

I think you should join the Navy! I blurted.

Me too! Mike shouted.

We had played countless hours together planning and strategizing as though we were captains on the mighty battleships. And now our big brother wanted to be one of those captains for real. How exciting! Plus, Mike and I had only heard on the radio about the great pilots, soldiers, and sailors. We’d never met one, let alone think about having one in our family.

Now just a minute. Chester smiled and continued. "Did you guys ever stop to think I’d like to have a say in the matter?"

As would I! Mom’s tone was harsh. We all backed down. I don’t think you should go at all. And to tell you the truth, I’ve been fearing that the war would still be going on when you turned 18 and that the draft would take you away, possibly never to be seen again. I saw her wipe a tear with her stubby little finger. What do you say, Dad?

Dad barely lowered the newspaper and looked over his eyeglasses. Don’t care what he does, Mom. He’s a big boy now. In fact, he’s a man. He’s 18. He’s plenty capable of making his own decisions. But if you want my two cents worth, I’d have to say it’s a damned good idea. Dad snapped the newspaper back into reading position. Mom glared at him.

I couldn’t help that my excitement for boats and the water spilled into my next words. I think the Navy’d be great! I saw Mom sit even straighter, and I tried to cover my enthusiasm with a quick, comforting addition, Because it’d be the safest for sure.

Yeah, the safest for sure! echoed Mike, in what I assumed was a rare attempt to actually help me and my cause. But then I remembered there was a bedroom at stake.

I took it down another notch. And besides, Chester would make a really great sailor captain. Probably the best the Navy’s ever seen. Mom’s expression never changed. I looked at Chester and said, Imagine sailing a big ship out on the ocean. You’d get to see sharks, and eels, and maybe even a mermaid! You’d get to see the world.

Bean Belly, slow down. I’ve heard of putting the cart before the horse, but I’ve never witnessed putting the mermaid before the naval ship. Dad got a kick out of that one.

Mom’s voice was sternly directed at me, as was her pointing finger. He’s not going on a vacation. And the Navy doesn’t have luxury cruise ships. Have you forgotten we are at war? Putting your brother on a ship—or on the ground or up in the sky flying in one of those fancy airplanes—makes him nothing more than a target for those lousy Japs and Nazis.

Dad chimed in, Mom, you might want to watch your mouth. I chuckled, but that only resulted in the stink-eye from Dad, so I shut up.

The next hour or so the conversation remained heated, but in the end Mom granted Chester’s wish, with no help from Dad. I leaped from my chair when Big Brother chose the Navy.

Chapter 2

HOPE I MAKE IT

November 19, 1943

The day had come. I’d always been forbidden to use Chester’s pomade, but I figured, since he’d left it on the dresser, it was fair game today; I wanted to look my best. Mike and I didn’t have suits and ties, but we each had a pair of dress pants and one nice button-down shirt. As I was slicking my hair back with the greasy goop, I could hear Mom drilling Chester as if he were already at boot camp. Do you have your socks? Clean underwear? Your toothbrush?

Mom. I’ve got all I need. You’ve done a swell job.

But what if...

’But what if’ nothing. I’m sure they’ll provide me everything I need to get by. Remember, this is the Navy, not a luxury cruise ship.

I stepped to Chester’s bedroom door in time to see Mom blush. She hung her head, and Chester kissed her cheek. She looked him in the eye and said, Then come on. Let’s get downstairs. I watched her straighten Chester’s collar, then I took off running before either of them could see me. I joined the others at the bottom of the stairs. We all stood at attention as Mom and Chester came down arm in arm.

What’s this? A bon voyage party? Chester laughed, as did we. He looked straight at me and said, You look as dapper as anyone. Especially your hair. I couldn’t tell if he noticed the pomade or not, but I really didn’t care. And that compliment stuck with me for a long time.

Chester’s red-headed beauty’s sweet voice melted any boy’s or man’s heart. A bon voyage party? You might say that, sailor.

Sailor? But I don’t even have my uniform yet. How can you be sure I’ll be a sailor?

Who said anything about a uniform? I just called you sailor out of respect, though come to think of it, I should’ve called you captain. Sue took a few sultry steps forward and planted one on his cheek. You look mighty handsome, Navy man. She stood on her tip toes, and her lips met his ear. Softer, in a sexier tone, she said, You’d better be looking that handsome when you return home, because I’ll be here waiting for you. Sue strutted back into our line. Even I could hear Chester’s heart beating faster.

Chester’s voice squeaked, Well, I’ll certainly do my best. He winked at her. He cleared his throat, turned and looked in the big mirror that hung in the tiny foyer, and wiped the ruby red lipstick from his cheek.

I saluted him. He returned a salute so sharp he looked like admiral material to me, uniform or not. I just knew he was going to be someone important.

Dad, Mom, Mike, Sue, me, and one of Big Brother’s school chums all took Chester to the bus station in Xenia, Ohio, not too long of