Chicago's Buoy Was A Couple Of Hundred Yards Astern Of Arizona, And I Was Saddened To Look At Her.
Our Task Force Put To Sea In Early January 1942, To Attack The Japanese In The Marshall And Gilbert Islands, But The Mission Was Called Off On The Eve Of The Attack.
A Chief Petty Officer Taught Me Shorthand, Which Got Me Promoted To Yeoman First Class.
Another Nice Thing Was That I Would Type Out Letters Home For The Admiral's Stewards. They Would Then Feed Me The Same Food The Admiral Ate.