Thanks to all of you who e-mailed me and condoled me on the loss of my Kairey Girl. She was one special dog. But then again, I think everyone says that about their dog, but that doesn’t make it any less true.
I do want to make one correction to that post. My husband talked to the firemen who hit Kairey (they were nice enough to come back so we at least knew what happened to her) and told him why they couldn’t stop when it happened. They were the ones who told him about the little girl. When I asked him if the girl survived, he apparently said “I don’t know,” but between his sobs and mine, I heard “No”.
The girl may have survived. I dearly dearly hope so. I have not seen any obits for anyone that young, nor any articles in the local paper.
If Kairey had to go, at least another life might have been spared.
I thought I would post a photo of Kairey dog. Though purebred, she had too much white on her chest to really qualify as a show animal (which was fine by us, we wanted a hunting dog and family pet and had no interest in breeding,) but the white patch on her chest was in the shape of a nearly-perfect five-pointed star. I’m not kidding.
Thanks for your patience and understanding during this difficult time for me and my husband.
Now back to our (semi) regularly scheduled program…
Flier arrived in Fremantle on July 5, 1944 to a welcoming committee. Having claimed to sink four boats on patrol and damaging another two, she was one of the stars of Fremantle at that time. Captain Crowley would win a Navy Cross for this patrol, and Flier and her crew would earn a battle star for that patrol.
The Flier was in decent condition. Unlike the Robalo, who had six pages of defects to check and fix, Flier had only three items that needed attention: The high pressure air compressor motors needed to be looked at since both had been flooded during a routine dive, and had been disassembled and dried before being reassembled. The electrical panels controlling the low-pressure blowers seemed to be troublesome too, and needed to be looked at. The worst trouble, however, was the Flier lost control of her stern planes three times during critical moments during an attack. It turned out that the motor operating those planes had three settings: slow, medium and fast, in terms of how quickly it would change the tilt angle of the planes. When on slow or medium, there was an electrical problem, that caused the planes to fail completely, so Flier kept them on “full” for the rest of the patrol. They wanted all of that looked at and fixed in addition to the usual tinkering, polishing, deep cleaning, airing out, and other usual things.
The men were now free to spend the next two weeks any way they wanted. They had four hotels to pick from and the Navy would pick up the tab, in addition to the family homes of any friends they might have in Fremantle (at least Earl Baumgart had such a friend). There was swimming, fishing, dancing, sports, almost anything one could think of to do. Some men, according to Michael Sturma’s “USS Flier: Death and Survival on a WWII Submarine” borrowed Flier’s small arms and ammo to go kangaroo and rabbit hunting in the Outback.
Redfin, meanwhile, pulled into Darwin, sixty-six years ago today. Pluta was taken off the sub and transported to the hospital in Darwin, and since Redfin had already been out for over a month, she was told to proceed to Fremantle and terminate her patrol there.
Robalo, on the other hand is a mystery. She may have been sunk by now, or severely damaged. On the other hand, she might be just fine, stalking the west coast of Palawan or on her way to Indo-China. I have to go through my research and organize my thoughts before I can delve really deeply into this.
Today, I also want to take time to remember the USS S-28, for two reasons. One, because it sank sixty-six years ago on the Fourth, and two, she was Captain Crowley’s command before he was awarded Flier.
S-28 was a very old boat, who completed seven patrols in Alaska, the first four of which were under Crowley’s command. After the seventh patrol, the S-28 was transferred to Pearl Harbor to be a training boat. On July 3, 1944, S-28 left Pearl with a crew of fifty to train with the US Coast Guard Cutter (though the Coast Guard vessels had been taken over by the Navy by this point, ) Reliance. On the Fourth of July, they went into the last exercise, but Reliance had problems contacting S-28. It was as if S-28’s radio was having problems or was broken. An hour after they dove, Reliance heard one brief radio call, then nothing. Alarmed, Reliance called Pearl Harbor, who sent out several more ships. Two days later, on the 6th of June, they discovered an oil slick in the vicinity that S-28 was last spotted. It was quickly discovered that S-28 was far too deep to recover using the best technology of the time, and so she was left in peace, along with her crew. She has remained undiscovered.
Since S-28 sank during a practice patrol, the Navy did not wait to announce her loss. Captain Crowley likely heard about her loss the day they came in from patrol, if not shortly afterwards.
What effect this might have had on him is not known. I’m sure he grieved the loss of his old boat, and her crew, though more than likely, all the men he had known had been transferred off over the course of the last year and a half. It was becoming disturbingly commonplace to hear of lost boats every time a submarine came to port, but it must have been a touch of a shock to hear of the loss of a boat he had previously commanded. It wasn’t going to get better…