The Navy quickly realized, once the Fliers returned to Fremantle, that they had a problem. The Submarine Force was far, far too small. Eight Flier crewmen (almost 10% of the crew!) were going to be wandering around Fremantle, being seen by men they knew and who knew that these men belonged on the Flier…and it wouldn’t take long before people realized that Flier herself wasn’t in port, which would raise interesting questions.
Questions that, the Navy, in order to keep the other submariners from uneccessary fear and worry, would rather remain unasked.
Captain Crowley had to stay in Fremantle because he needed to prepare his defense. While the Board of Investigation he was now facing (standard for investigating the presumed or known losses of any given vessel) was not a court martial, it was only one step down, and if it proved unfavorable, he could face a real Court Martial. Since Admiral Christie was also going to be a defendant in this investigation, the Navy was flying Admiral Freeland Daubin in from the East Coast to preside over the trial. In fact, he landed in Fremantle 66 years ago today.
Earl Baumgart requested to stay in Fremantle, as he was friends with a local family with whom he was staying. Since he was staying there, and eating his meals there rather than in the hotels and restaurants that the submariners haunted, the Navy decided to honor his request. Besides, a spare Flier crewman wouldn’t raise that many eyebrows–last minute reassignments were common enough.
The other six–Liddell, Jacobson, Miller, Tremaine, Howell, and Dello Russo–were loaded on a private plane and flown 350 miles inland to a town named Kalgoorlie. It was also in the middle of nowhere. In short, it was the perfect place to stash six guys whose location needed to be kept secret for another week or so.
Kalgoorlie is still, as it was in 1944, a large mining town with some of the biggest gold and nickel mines around. It sits near “The Super Pit”, Australia’s largest open pit gold mine.
Al Jacobson, who, along with Lt. Liddell, stayed in the mine foreman’s house that week, (the enlisted, I presume stayed in one of the numerous hotels in Kalgoorlie) got a first hand look at a mining operation–or he would have had they stayed there any other week of the year. The first morning there, he recalled going to the mine with the harrassed looking foreman where all the miners were gathered. The Union leader yelled, “Are we going to work today men?” “NO!” was the resounding answer.
Then they all trooped away…to the racetrack. They weren’t on strike. Kalgoorlie’s biggest week of the year is the horse races held each September and war or not, they continued, and all mining operations were suspended until then, despite the fact the foreman’s orders were to run the mine at full capacity.
We know Al visited the racetrack on September 9, because he still has the program for that day.
Soon, however, they were going to return to Fremantle to face whatever music the Navy decided to play for them.