Sunday, November 28, 2021

Okinawa--Blow By Blow

AMERICAN RED CROSS
Saturday, 13 October 1945, 11:00 AM
Dearest Eleanor,
    Now I'm all squared away and comfy with nothing to do. Well what could be better than a visit with you? So here goes.
    Now that all is calm and secure I'll try to give you a blow by blow description of the storm. Since the typhoon on September 16, we had several warnings about typhoons heading for Okinawa. Each the storms veered south and missed us completely. This last one was supposed to pass way south of us, but instead it veered north and we were right in the middle of it again. I've lost track of time but I believe it was 4:00 AM Monday morning when our special sea detail alarm went off. Our buoy chain had broken and all that was holding us was a 1-1/2 inch wire cable. All we could do was wait and pray for the cable to hold. The sea was too rough to try to secure a new chain or wire to the buoy. At about 10:00 AM the wire snapped. We were adrift at the mercy of the sea and winds which reached somewhere around 125 knots velocity. Although our propeller was broken, we got our engine started and tried to maneuver the ship so we wouldn't hit anything. We didn't. However the ship was getting out of control so the skipper decided to beach her. He did a beautiful job of bringing her in. We beached at about 11:00 AM. Suddenly the wind caught the stern of the ship and swung her around so that the sea and wind were hitting us broadside and rolling the ship from side to side with the jagged reef giving the hull a terrific beating. The holds began to flood so we decided to abandon ship. Dr. Bushyager and I got our medical records together and prepared to go over. Life rafts were lowered. Then we went over the side down a manila line into the rafts. The sea was washing over the rafts and we had to hang on or be washed adrift. Anyway we finally got ashore. Each officer took a group of men with him and went to find shelter. We found a large Quonset hut that was a mess hall and got some hot food and coffee. Just as we were sitting down the roof began to fly off. We had to get out fast. There was lots of corrugated steel flying around, so we headed for the hills to find shelter. We found a place in front of a native burial tomb and though it was wet we were protected from the wind so we stayed there. It was beginning to get dark and the storm was abating, so I left the men and went back to the mess hall to see if it would be safe to return there for shelter. It was. There we spent the night, cold and wet but protected from the elements.
     The next morning we headed back down the road to the ship and ran into other groups of men. We were directed to the temporary quarters assigned to us. After I had left the ship, several other vessels had been blown against us. A depth charge from a PCS (Patrol Craft Sweeper) had gone off and blew our stern off. One officer had his leg badly mangled and it had to be amputated. Another had a badly fractured leg which he'll probably lose. In addition we had a skull fracture case and many minor injuries and bruises. We were plenty lucky not to have suffered any loss of life. Many lives were lost in the storm.
     Shore facilities were demolished. I saw a fifty foot long Quonset hut picked up by the wind and carried along as if superman was supporting it in the palm of his hand. Then it was set down on its end and collapsed like an accordion. Complete camps were blown away. At the present time, the food and clothing situation on the island is very critical.
     The camp where we are billeted at is up in the hills. Tree growth and shrubs are abundant. Here the mud and dust are at a minimum. The locale reminds me of Lake Arrowhead. Clean, dry clothes and shoes have been issued to all of us. Now all we have to do is wait for orders to a ship and then home.
     The local camp's laundry was wrecked in the storm. Because we have few clothes, arrangements have been made with the natives to do our laundry daily in exchange for food and clothing they need. All in all I am happy and feel very fortunate that we all came out so well and I hope it won't be long before we are on our way home.
     Goodbye for now and please don't worry about me.

Love,
Gil
P.S. The Red Cross is really on the ball. Just as we got settled last night, they came over with shaving gear, cigarettes, writing paper, tooth brushes and paste, etc.

Newspaper article



Burial tomb similar to one where Gil took shelter












Sunday, November 21, 2021

Okinawa--Camp

Lieut. Gilbert Steingart
U.S.S. Ocelot, F.P.O. San Francisco
Friday 12 October 1945
Dearest Eleanor,
     Hello Sweet, here I am finally settled in a beautiful camp overlooking the sea up in the wooded hills of Okinawa. The officers here turned their club over to our officers and the officers from two other ships. Our men are also being well taken care of. Now our only worry is how soon will we leave this place?
     The storm did a terrific amount of damage and many ships were lost. To try to describe our abandoning ship would sound weird to you. Someday I'll tell you about it.
     I went back to the ship today. The stern was completely broken off and submerged. Sick bay, including my office, can only be gotten into at low tide. At high tide it is completely flooded so all the equipment and supplies are a total loss. All my uniforms are a mess. All I took off was some underwear and a few souvenirs that somehow others overlooked. It seems that as soon as the storm abated, sailors from other ships came aboard. Before the six officers and fifteen men still aboard could drive them off, they went through everything. Anyway, who cares? I'm safe and sound and the Navy will repay me for my losses. Because I have such a little time left to serve, I'll not replace most of the stuff I lost and try to get by with one suit of blues and a few odds and ends.
     I wrote letters to you, Libby and my mother the night before the storm, but I doubt that they ever reached the post office. It they did they were probably lost there because the PO ain't no mo! I did write my mother a short note the day before yesterday (when I wrote you) and I'll write her again tonight.
     So Darling, all is well that ends well. Goodnight and please don't worry about me. No use writing me either because I won't ever get the mail. I'll keep writing just the same. Love to you and my girls.

Devotedly,
Gil







Remains of Post Office


Photograph Album That Survived


First page of photograph album

Officers' Mess--Gil at right





Sunday, November 14, 2021

Okinawa--Shipwrecked

AMERICAN RED CROSS
11 October 1945
Dearest Eleanor,
     Now your husband is a real shipwrecked sailor. Another typhoon hit this area two days ago (I think). I've lost all track of time. Because we were not fixed up for sea we ran into trouble again. This time we hit a reef and had to abandon ship. I left the ship, down a line and onto a raft and hit the beach. Outside of a couple of scratches on my legs I'm okay, so don't worry about me. Most installations on Okinawa were wrecked so we are all living in makeshift quarters. The first night I slept on the floor of a galley, but last night I did manage a camp cot.
     All the clothes and gear I have is what I had on and some greens that I got ashore. We've made arrangements to take a few of us back aboard to salvage a few essentials. Everything else is gone either through pilferage or due to the storm. We had three serious casualties that were flown to Guam. A few had minor injuries. All are out of sick bay now. The food consists of C or K rations and I can't say I care for it. If I have to subsist on this food long I'm sure to lose weight.
     No one knows how long it'll be before we are evacuated. I think I'll be home before I would have otherwise.
     Here are a few things you should know. Don't worry if my mail isn't regular. I'll write as often as possible. Don't write me any more unless you get a new address from me. All my mail will be held up. Even the post office here is gone.
     I've got to close now because I want this letter to get off as CB (Seabee) mail. Don't worry darling. I'll try to write again tomorrow.

Love,
Gil

Ocelot survivors the "morning after"



Newspaper article







Thursday, November 11, 2021

Okinawa--Nothing Written

            
         Wednesday 10 October 1945

Again, Lt. Gilbert Steingart broke his promise and did not write to his wife Eleanor.

WWII Pacific Typhoon Season 1945



















Click on the link to read more about the fate of the USS Ocelot

Okinawa--Typhoon Louise

 Tuesday 9 October 1945


Lt. Gilbert Steingart did not write to his wife Eleanor.

Typhoon Louise
Category 3 typhoon (SSHWS)
Peak intensity 185 km/h (115 mph) (1-min) 969 mbar (hPA)
 


For more about Typhoon Louise.  See the Naval History and Heritage command by clicking on the link below
https://www.history.navy.mil/research/library/online-reading-room/title-list-alphabetically/p/pacific-typhoon-october-1945.html