Jul 7, 2013

Wed, Jul 7, 1943: Ship B



“Dear Folks:
 “Above is a view of the dormitory in which I live, Albert Hall.  In all official announcements by the CO it's known as ‘Ship B’, stories are known as ‘decks’, the entrance steps as the ‘gangway’, the walls as ‘bulkheads’ and beds as bunks.  Any person aboard, listening to the officers and men talking would undoubtedly have the feeling that he was at sea....”
-- Letter from my father, Cape Girardeau, Mo., to his family, Bloomington, Kans., Wednesday, July 7, 1943.  “CO” is commanding officer. My father was in his first week as an apprentice seaman in the Navy V-12 program.

Jul 6, 2013

Tue, Jul 6, 1943: my ducks



“Dear Devere:
“On the fourth of July I celebrated with one firecracker and some caps.  I will tell you the name of my ducks DeVere, Sailor, Soldier, and Marine.  The names of my kittens are Fuzzy, Navy, Army, Victory, and Cape Giradeau.  I call one of Tiny's cat Mississippi.
[second postcard:] “Cape Girardeau was at the top of the pine tree trying to catch some birds tonight Army and Navy playing around the pine tree.  We started to put hay in the barn but it rained us out I hope you are wearing a Navy suit and be sure to send me a picture of you with it on.  We got both of your cards today.
“Stanley.”
--Postcards from my uncle, Stanley Brown, age 10, Bloomington, Kans., to my father, Sidney DeVere Brown, age 18, Cape Girardeau, Mo., Tuesday, July 6, 1943.  This is the complete text of two postcards my uncle sent my father.

Jul 4, 2013

Sun, July 4, 1943: Independence Day



“Dear Folks:
 “Independence Day seems extremely peaceful down here at Cape Girardeau, since I haven't heard the explosion of a firecracker all day.  Maybe it's because today is Sunday and they're holding off for the big celebration on July 5, or maybe Fourth of July isn't celebrated here, since we are pretty well south, I don't know.  Anyhow it don't seem like July 4 used to back home.  I suppose Stanley is carrying on with his firecrackers, cap gun, torpedos, Roman candles, and sparklers, while Philip and Carol are begging to celebrate, and can't understand why they're 'too little.'”
-- Letter from my father, Cape Girardeau, Missouri, to his family in Bloomington, Kansas, Sunday, July 4, 1943.  Cape Girardeau is only about 20 miles farther south in latitude than Bloomington and it's a little north of Winfield, Kansas.  But, as a former slave state, Missouri is much more southern in culture than Kansas.  My father’s young cousins, Philip, 5, and Carol, 3,  had been staying with my grandparents while their parents, Woodrow and Maryjane, were separated.  My uncle Stanley was 10.

Jun 30, 2013

Wed, June 30, 1943: I’m here



“Dear Folks:
  “I'm here.  The 'Sunnyside' finally arrived at Cape Girardeau about one hour late at 1:45 PM after a nice sight seeing trip from St. Louis....
 "Those 484 miles from Augusta to St. Louis were comparatively uneventful, but our 131 miles from St. Louis to Cape along the Mississippi were interesting ones.  If you think the farmers around home had lots of water you should see what those along the Mississippi Southern Mo. had.  However the conductor said ‘Taint no water a 'tall compared to what it has been.’…
"Rowboats were everywhere-- we saw one fellow with an unusual contraption- a chair on his raft.  We also observed several places where the river had taken the levee out.  At one such we saw a flooded farmhouse and on the levee that remained machinery of all descriptions -- side delivery rake combine, corn binder, etc. for a half mile."
-- Letter from my father, Sidney DeVere Brown, Cape Girardeau, Mo., to his family, Bloomington, Kans., Wednesday, June 30, 1943.
          This is my father's first letter from the Navy.  He was in the V-12 program at Southeast Missouri State Teachers College in Cape Girardeau, Missouri.  This program sent sailors to 131 undergraduate institutions across the United States to prepare them to be naval officers in the war.  The Navy announced its V-12 program on December 12, 1942, and began it on July 1, 1943.  So my father was part of the first group to enter the program.  Among well-known alumni of the program were Johnny Carson, Robert F. Kennedy, Jack Lemmon, Daniel Patrick Moynihan, and Pierre Salinger.
          In his memoir, my father said the following about the program: “At Southeast Missouri State we formed a V-12 Unit.  But what was V-12?  Its members were college students in Navy seamen’s uniforms.  We took regular college courses with civilian students plus a few Navy-specific classes.  Ours appeared to be a holding operation until places opened in the four USNR midshipmen’s schools at Columbia, Northwestern, Notre Dame, and Cornell Universities, where we would take professional courses preparatory to our commissioning as deck officers.  We were protected from the draft and the infantry until the Naval officers’ schools were ready for us.  Another theory (Paul Glad’s, as mentioned earlier) was that the program prevented talented people from suffering the high casualty rates that wiped out the Oxford University Class of 1915, who died almost to the last man in the deadly trench warfare along the Somme River.  Prime Minister Winston Churchill vowed that the English would not throw away the lives of their natural leaders again in World War II.  V-12 had a similar function in the United States.”  (Sources: V. R.Cardozier, Colleges and Universities in World War II [Westport, Conn.: Praeger, 1993], 51-82; Brown, Kansas Farmboy, 213-14; Turner Publishing, Navy V-12  [Paducah, Ky.: Turner Publishing, 1996], 62.)

Jun 19, 2013

Sat, Jun 19, 1943: bell bottom trousers



“It seems there will be a large number of us former Southwesterners at Cape G.  We should have a happy time and a big reunion.  We may spend many evenings sitting on the levee, throwing rocks in the Mississippi and whispering sweet nothings to an innocent young thing beside us.  Ah, the romance of the Navy!  I also understand we have to wash our own underwear et al.  Such will be our life in bell bottom trousers.  My mother insists that I go to bed now.”
-- Letter from Bob Owen, Wellington, Kans, to my father, Bloomington, Kans., Sat, June 19, 1943.   Bob Owen was my father’s college classmate and fellow boarder at Mrs. Sellars’s. He, along with my father, were preparing to join a naval officer pretraining program at Southeast Missouri State Teachers College in Cape Girardeau, Missouri.