"A full armada going in the opposite direction of the enemy. In my mind that meant they were all going home."
Aug. 14, 1945,
World War II
In the U.S. Navy
On board CVE 58 Aircraft carrier Corregidor
Operating from Pearl Harbor.
It was evening. Operations for pilot training had ceased for the day. The weather was fair, the water was calm and the sky heavy with the mountains and puff of billowy clouds. I was on the flight deck enjoying the quiet and having yet another look at what nature had to offer. At first glance at the sea, there were no seagulls, no dolphins, nothing to see in the water. My eyes lifted to the sky. All of heaven was filled with clouds as far as the eye could see and they seemed to rest heavy on the horizon along the entire view from left to right. It was pleasant providing shade and quieting the glare from the water. The wind was quiet and the clouds floated easy, undisturbed, holding massive shapes. Too many to count or describe except for their colors: dark gray, light gray with patches of blue where the clouds allowed a peek at the sky. Suddenly, as though I was watching a movie, I saw silhouettes of ships in the clouds. I saw a battleship, a cruiser, a destroyer, a troop ship, an aircraft carrier, and others. A full armada going in the opposite direction of the enemy. In my mind that meant they were all going home. My mind was perplexed. What could this mean?
Quickly, my mind cleared and it said to me, “The WAR IS OVER!”
I was certain that this was my Lord’s way of communicating with me, as only He can accomplish.
My next thought, go tell the captain, he needs to know. I ran half the length of the flight deck where I stopped! I stood still thinking, if I say to the captain “The war is over”, he would have me silenced and in the brig to prevent ‘scuttlebutt’. I decided to not tell him anything about my vision in the sky. The next morning at seven o’clock, the loudspeaker came on: “Now hear this! Now hear this! This is your captain. THE WAS IS OVER! Japan has surrendered!”
USN Sailor First Class
Written April 13, 2013
P.S. – I told this story to a few friends and relatives in the years following the war, including my children. Then for many years I did not tell the story. Writing it here for this website made me put it down on paper, and so my wife Mary Helen decided to mail it out to our children and grandchildren for them to read. About three days later my granddaughter called me on the phone, and told me, “Grandpa, that is a really great story you wrote!” I asked, “Do you think this is fiction?” There was a pause. Then I told her, “This is not fiction. It’s a true story. This really happened to me. I mean ‘for’ me.”
April 27, 2013