Just before we entered the Straits of  Gibraltar we were treated to several schools of Flying Fish!  Very interesting to see hundreds of foot long fish shoot out of the water and glide on stubby wings for perhaps 50 to 100 yards!  Previously, we had been treated to the sight of a large whale rolling on the calm sea!   

Then came the Porpoises!   They were visible nearly a l/4 mile away coming toward us, and then, they as a group, in perfect, coordinated team work came up from the stern of the ship, for or five breaking water at once arced across our bow, then back under the ship and across the bow several times!  Beautiful!  I have three or four snapshots of them. 

The next two days on the Atlantic side of Gibraltar, were rough!  And I have said ever since, I am not a sailor!   With a Temporary Duty Furlough in late 1944, I was on the ocean four times, but I was S I C K  five times!!  No thanks. 

Our ship pulled into the New York Harbor just as the word about V-J (Victory in Japan) got to us…We of course had heard of the Atomic Bombs being dropped prior to that.

There has been a lot written that President Truman never should have used them, but as far as I am concerned, I believe it saved thousands of our service men’s lives, even at the cost of so many Japanese lives!  They were noted for their suicide missions and I believe the entire country never would have surrendered with out the bombs..

We loaded our German Equipment on a freight car, and we were given a caboose just behind it for the ride to Washington…No lights, no water, (August and we didn’t need heat!).  And those mosquitoes in the New Jersey swamps, Wow!  Took three days and by the time we arrived, we were a tough looking three guys who were dirty and unshaven and we each had our 45 automatic pistols on our belts! 

Were we ever glad to turn that stuff over to the proper people and be relieved of our duty! 

 

Paul and Major Tommy Hess

I hung around Arlington, VA. For a few weeks awaiting discharge orders, during which I was able to look up my old friend from Ft. Monmouth who got our Gospel Quartet going, and also ran into Capt. Mundinger who had come home in the mean time.  He asked me to write him.  I said I would on the condition he let me have one of the two typewriters he “liberated”.   He told me to write Capt. Coffey and have him send it.  I got it and still have it in running condition, though I never use it – nor did I ever write to him.     

My orders finally were cut and I had the privilege of shepherding a half dozen WACs to Ft. Sheridan, Ill on the train for our discharge…After my discharge, Doris came to Chicago to meet me…She had an awful time as she did when coming into New York after our Wedding!   We finally connected and got on a “Milk Train” coming to Battle Creek and home! 

This was the second time I had seen my son, Jim.  I saw him for the first time when he was 18 months old on my Temporary Duty furlough in ‘44/45

After my discharge, I returned to my old job at the Central National Bank in Battle Creek, until one of the men at our Church who was the Cashier at the Lakeview State Bank asked me to join them which I did in January of 1946…..And the rest, is as they say, History.                                               

 

Paul and son Jim

                  

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