Sunday, October 05, 2008

View From The Bobolink

(This article reflects the memories of ChMM Jack Simpson & WT2/c Walter Conner, crew members of the USS BOBOLINK (ATO-131) together with various official navy logs & documents.)

The date was November 1, 1943. The place was approximately 60-miles up the “Slot” north of Guadalcanal where the USS BOBOLINK (ATO-131) was anchored in a small cove at Russell Island. Orders were received instructing the BOBOLINK to get underway and proceed up the “Slot” on a designated course and specific speed until receiving further orders. We passed Munda then Rendova and on north past Vella Lavella, where a few days earlier, we had pulled two bombed-out LSTs off the beach. The next main island, is held by the Japanese. As we made way toward Bouganville, we were suddenly being passed by destroyers on both sides.

One of the destroyers, using their directional loud speaker system (because of radio silence in effect) instructed us to lay-to and stand-by. To those of us on the BOBOLINK, sweeter words were never heard, because we were heading into Jap country.

The time now is approximately three hours past midnight November 2, 1943 and the destroyers that passed us had made contact with an enemy force and a melee ensued. The crew of the BOBOLINK were on their battle stations and those topside had a grandstand view of the battle. We had never witnessed such display of fire power, amplified by the darkness. While we could not tell how the battle was going, we continued to stand ready to respond to a call for assistance.

A Japanese Long Lance torpedo had exploded under the stern of the USS FOOTE (DD-511), taking the lives of 19 men and leaving 17 wounded.

For a period of time it was touch and go with shells and flares turning night into day around the FOOTE, but a friendly destroyer moved in and laid a smoke screen around the crippled ship and departed the scene, at flank speed, in pursuit of the enemy.

At dawn our task force came back over the horizon and the USS THATCHER (DD-514) passed a tow line to the FOOTE and began to move south at about 5-knots. About this time approximately 60 enemy planes appeared and two or three made a token pass at the FOOTE and THATCHER who opened up with a combined total of eight 5-inch and 6-40 MM guns. Their attack was half- hearted and they pulled up to join the other aircraft who went for the cruisers. The cruisers and screening destroyers drove off the attack without damage and after the Bogies cleared the area, a fleet tug, the USS SIOUX (AT-75) moved in alongside the FOOTE and took the tow from the THATCHER. This would free the THATCHER to maneuver and fire in the event of additional air attacks.

Since there were no other damaged American ships, the BOBOLINK was ordered to go ahead to Purvis Bay in the Florida Islands and stand-by to assist in handling the FOOTE when the tow entered port.

The SIOUX arrived at Purvis Bay with the FOOTE in tow mid-afternoon on November 4th. Together, the SIOUX and BOBOLINK moored the crippled FOOTE alongside the destroyer tender USS WHITNEY (AD-4). The FOOTE had no screws, no rudder and all the fantail 20-MM Guns and depth charge racks were gone. The five inch gun No. 5 was jammed in train.

Everything up to the base of the No. 5 gun mount was missing (Approx. 55-ft. of the stern) and the remainder of the ship was buckled like a “tin can”.

The destroyers USS O’BANNON (DD-450) and the USS SELFRIDGE (DD-357) were also in port along with two or three other destroyers with battle damage. The BOBOLINK would soon have a further relationship with the FOOTE and SELFRIDGE.

Twenty four days later, (November 28, 1943) after temporary repairs, the FOOTE got underway for Espiritu Santo, New Hebrides towed by the BOBOLINK and escorted by the SELFRIDGE. The SELFRIDGE had everything blown off forward of the bridge in a running battle with some Japanese destroyers. It must have been an odd sight with a old WW-II auxiliary tug towing the FOOTE with no stern and a crippled destroyer with no bow for an escort. But, it made sense to the navy, because the FOOTE had working sonar with her bow undamaged and the SELFREDGE had her depth charge racks and K-guns in case of a submarine contact. At least, that was the logic.

This pitiful convoy arrived in Espiritu Santos on November 31th for dry dock availability and FOOTE wasn’t sufficiently patch up for the trip to the States until January 20, 1944. The BOBOLINK was in port undergoing general maintenance and we were told if we could complete repairs in 48-hours we could accompany the FOOTE back to the States. We had spent almost a week taking things apart in the fire-room, sometimes deliberately misplacing some items. Most of our crew had been out there for about a year prior to the attack on Pearl Harbor and they were about as Asiatic as a crew could be and those that were not Asiatic were trying to recover from malaria. All hands turned to and helped make the BOBOLINK ready for sea. Even the Yoeman and Pharmacist Mate helped reline the boilers with fire-brick and 48-hours later we received clearance to get underway, with one boiler on line and all hands still feverishly working to make the old tug sea worthy. We did not want to be relieved and returned to port.

Before noon on January 21st the FOOTE cleared the harbor at Espiritu Santos assisted by yard tugs and by 1:40 P.M. was under tow by the old merchant tanker SS GULF STAR built in 1919 with the BOBOLINK

(ATO-131) in tow astern with 100 fathoms of towing cable. The BOBOLINK was to be the FOOTE’s rudder on the trip to the States. We moved along at a speed that varied from 3 to 6 knots until we ran into rough weather, the tail end of a typhoon, and snapped out tow cables. The FOOTE was adrift and she rolled around helpless for three days while attempts were made to re-establish the tow. In the heavy seas, the normal approaches by the BOBOLINK to reattach proved unsuccessful. Our skipper was Ensign Fulton Reed, one of the best tug captains in the Navy, decided he would have to put the BOBOLINK in the same trough with the FOOTE in order to pass a line. This he did, and one minute we would be looking at the bottom of the FOOTE and the next instant we would be looking down her smoke stacks. Once in the same trough (between waves), we started riding together and were able to get a couple of lines across. However, the going was too dangerous. We were in danger of being sunk by the FOOTE and had to use fire axes to cut ourselves free. I (Walter Conner) was Water Tender on duty and each time the FOOTE came in contact with us the Fire Room bulkheads seemed to flex six or eight inches. Being below deck on the BOBOLINK during this time was not a comfortable feeling. The BOBOLINK was taking a 56-degree roll at one time during the night. Shortly after dawn the next day the GULF STAR was able to take the FOOTE in tow and make way for Pago Pago, Tutvilla, American Samoa to await the arrival of new cable.

When new cable arrived we continued our journey on February 4, 1944 and after 43-days and approximately 8,000-miles the saga of the FOOTE ended at Terminal Island, San Pedro, California.

After giving docking assistance to the FOOTE, the BOBOLINK went to Long Beach for overhaul and refitting. Three months later we were on our way to Pearl Harbor where we would spend the remainder of the war towing target rafts and running anti-submarine patrol. Our toughest assignment during the war was the trip home with the FOOTE.
(Written by: Wilbur V. Rogers; cartoons by Gene Schnaubelt)

3 Comments:

At 8:44 PM, Blogger greedee said...

Mr.Connor,
I am the daughter of Ensign Reed (F.G, (mustang)). I would very much like to correspond with you regarding this frightening yet heroic experience with the USS Foote. You were a team with my father! God bless you Sir.

Thank you,
Glenda Reed, Maple Valley, Wa

 
At 2:44 PM, Blogger USS Foote DD-511 said...

Thanks for reading. If you'd like additional info, please email me at onnierog25@aol.com. Looking forward to hearing from you.

 
At 5:26 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

I'm the son of one of the 19 killed..... any additional info would be appreciated.
Charlie Long.... son of Eugene "Gene" Long.

 

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