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Account of the USS Canopus written by Capt. E. L. Sackett

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  • CHAPTER T Japanese warships were reported to b© infesting the waters around th© Philippines, and the Naval Command had decided that no slow auxiliary vessel would have a chance for success in a dash to safer waters. Perhaps therewas still a hope for relief to roach th© Philippines, in which cas© the probable heavy loss of life in an attempt to break thr ugh would not b© justified, Th© men, in no uncertain terms, expr©ssed their preference for taking any chai ces at sea, rather than being bottled up, with a land siege in prospect. But orders were orders, and sine© these in authority did not see fit to assign any great weight to our feelings in the matter, there regained nothing but to make the best of a bad situation and settle down to help make it a good siege while it lasted* Som® sort of protected lvi; g quarters ahore were a a©o©88ity if th© night workers were to get any rest* This problem was partly solved by taking over a large storage tunnel just completed, and ilding in bunks, offie© spac©, hospital aceompedations, a radio and telephone ©ummonicati m center, and sake shift field kitchens for cooking our two meals a day. More than a hundred of the men not having repair duties lived underground there with reasonable co fort, at least after the water dripping frcm bare rooks over- hdad had been trapped and piped to a shower spray, so that baths might at least b® voluntary. Many of the repair fore© slept during the day in this shelter, but most of them scorned the dank air, and preferred to take tneir chances in the wid© open spaces in the nearby hills, where th«y learned to sleep under the shade of tropical trees, leaving a lookout to warn them in time to roll into a fox hole whenever a b mber looked thoreatning. By no means all of our men were in the n ght-owl group. Machine guns on every hilltop were aimed by alert sailors with itchy trigger fingers, just living for th© day when one of th® dirty yellow so and sos would venture lew enough© to give them one good cfeaek at him. This didn't happen often, but those that did forget themselves must have thought they had stirred up a hornet's nest, and not all of them lived to tell the tale. Another watchful group took station wader the shelter of th© quarr's crushed rock storage tanks, where they were near ©nought to make a dash to their beloved ship in case she were hit again, to do what they ©ould to sav© her* . Finally, there were the lookouts and signal stations on th© hilltops, with telephone wires reaching throughout the whole system, to spot marauding planes while still far a^sy, and warn their shipmates of impending danger. These men, with little protection for themselves, kept their binoculars coolly trained on the bo bers, describing th© pictur© to mor© sheltered friends* Few will ever forget those quiet voiees ov©r the earphones, "they are head ng directly over us—their bomb-day doors are open— don't believe they dropped bombs this ti e—-no, here they cor®— looks as if they will hig beyond us* — (more words drowned out by a shattering roar) —the, "lousy shooting, missed us a quarter-mile—must have had their third team in there," Anyone who has stood in the open when those deadly missiles are rushing down toward him, and has hoard th© ominous hiss which announces their near approach, will appreciate the iron control of a man who con keep us a blow-By-blow account • when his next breath may be his last*
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