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Friday, March 15, 2013

Skylar and The Mighty Mo's Dent




Like many Oahu residents, I have visited the USS Missouri several times. And I never tire of seeing the big dent in the starboard side, deck level, a little aft of midship.
I always imagine the scene of the Japanese kamikaze (divine wind) plane smashing into the ship in a fiery crash, and the casualties it must have caused.
But I just learned from a visiting Big Mo “plank owner” (original crew) that such was not the case.
Skylar Fredrickson, a farm boy from Worcester, Mass., joined the Navy at age 17 – he’s now 85 – to serve his country and to a learn a trade. He was aboard the battleship in the South Pacific during a particularly fierce battle.
As a member of the ship’s R Division (Repair) his “battle station” assigned him to a Damage Control position near the ship’s stern.
“Sky” saw the incoming suicide plane just in time to dive for cover behind a gun turret.
Fortunately, the kamikaze pilot misjudged his dive.
Instead of his plane slamming into a hard, flat surface, it hit at an angle at deck level. Half of the wreckage, with one wing and the pilot, scattered onto the deck, the other half fell into the water – miraculously, it didn’t explode.
The ship’s captain insisted the Japanese pilot be buried honorably. His burial at sea in a canvas bag was as dignified as that of a Missouri crewman, but had to be rushed because of another incoming raid.
Again Sky manned his battle station, again anti-aircraft guns blazed away, but this time a kamikaze plane screamed over his station at 50 feet and crashed harmlessly into the sea.
Another miraculous miss. After the damage to the ship had been mopped up and repaired, Sky took a pair of metal cutters to the big red ball (the Japanese aircraft insignia) on the wrecked wing and cut strips to distribute to his shipmates as souvenirs of the battle.
Of course, Sky was not only proud of “Big Mo’s” fighting prowess, but also of the fact that ultimately it was the site of the Japanese surrender ceremony in Tokyo Bay, which formalized America’s victory in World War II.
Sky literally had a bird’s-eye view of the proceedings. From a perch “12 stories up” he witnessed Nimitz, Halsey and McArthur receive the sword of the Japanese military representative as they all signed the surrender documents – a chickenskin moment.
I interrupted Sky’s animated narration just long enough to ask him, “Why do you think you survived all those harrowing days aboard the Mighty Mo? How did you do it?” He thought for a second, and then in typical Greatest Generation humility said, “Oh, I was just lucky!”



A Japanese Zero about to crash into the Mighty Mo. Photo courtesy of USS Missouri Memorial Association

Pope Francis I

Midweek -- Coffee Break
 March 8th 2013


     This morning, Wednesday, March 13, 2013, I watched on TV the introduction of the new Pope, Argentina’s, 75 year old, Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio. As he walked out the door and through the curtains to the balcony overlooking St Peters square, the 100,000 umbrella’d believers erupted into prolonged cheering and applause for the first Pope from the western hemisphere, the first Franciscan Pope, hence, Pope Francis the First.
    Even though I was a practising Catholic for 35 years, I’ve not been one for the past 20 years, so I felt no special personal attraction to the event. But I did feel a sense of joy and pride, because there is a greater significance in the selection of a new Pope that transends a specific religion or denomination, perhaps because this one man can effect the social and spiritual lives of 1.2 billion believers worldwide.
   Pope Francis the First is about to take the reins of the church when some of its most basic tenets of are being challenged. Contrary to established church doctrine, according to most recent polls, 58% of catholic believers favor abortion “in some cases”, 62% believe the church should accept divorce, 63% favor the use of contraceptives. A growing number of catholics believe Priests should be allowed to marry, that women should have a greater role in leadership and liturgy, and all of this with the overlay of the priestly sex abuse and coverup scandal with horrendous moral and financial consequences. The Vatican gardens are rife with thorny issues. But Pope Francis the First, in his first few words spoken from that famous balcony overlooking the multitudes, indicated he is the right Gardener for the times.
     Like St Francis himself, the Patron Saint of the natural environment, and of animals, birds, fish and all God’s living creatures, the gentleness and humility of the new Pope were clearly evident. After thanking the people for their tremendous welcome, he invited them to pray for him. “Brothers and sisters please pray for me. Let us pray silently together”. And then he prayed aloud, again with the people, the most common and universal prayer of all; The Lord’s Prayer. 
     I think I was especially touched by the event this morning because as a youngster learning California history, I was always fascinated by the Franciscan monk, Father Junipero Serra who founded nine of the 21 Spanish missions spanning the length of the state, and having a major role in several others. And because my catholic faith sustained me through some very dark times in my life.
    Three years ago while travelling in Italy, Susan and I sought out the picturesque town of Assisi where St. Francis ministered to the poor in the early 1200s AD, and we prayed at his tomb there in the lower catacombs of the majestic basilica of St. Francis.
    Finally, in honoring the new Pope, Francis the First, I am moved to share one of Christianity’s most moving prayers which is also set to music; The “Prayer of Saint Francis”. If you choose to read it, please do so  thoughtfully, and appreciate!

                       Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace
                           Where there is hatred let me sow love
                           Where there is injury, pardon
                           Where there is doubt, faith
                           Where there is despair, hope
                           Where there is darkness, light
                           Where there is sadness, joy

                     O Divine Master grant that I may not so much seek...
                     To be consoled as to console
                     To be understood as to understand
                     To be loved as to love
                      It is in giving that we receive
                      It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
                      It is in dying that we are born to eternal life
                                                   Amen
    
                             Long live Pope Francis the First!
               May his rein be fruitful, and  may his legacy be rich.