“Three Minutes Late” by Sgt. Francis V. Stuart
On February 16, 1943 my dad and one brother took me to Lodi (Medina Co., Ohio) where I got a bus which took me and about 15 others to Wellington (Lorain Co., Ohio) where we got on a train that took us to Fort Hayes in Columbus, Ohio. After a few days there I got on another train, which took me to Camp Hathaway out side Vancouver, Washington for my basic training. I was in the 492nd Port Battalion and our job was to load and unload ship’s bombs, tanks and other supplies. We were moved up and down the West Coast to different ports.
After a few months I got a 15-day furlough to go home which six days was spent on the train ride to and from camp. Shortly after the furlough I was shipped out of Camp Stoneman, California with ten thousand others. We landed on Guadalcanal, which was to be home for sixteen months.
The 492nd’s job was to unload and load ships that supply the troops. The ships had to unload off shore because there were no docks to pull the ships up to. This was day and night. While I was on the island I got a telegram telling me Janice gave birth to a baby boy, Francis M Stuart (me) and both were ok. I made the rank of staff Sargent.
My 1st Sgt., two other men and me had to go to another part of the island and it was my turn to work on the ship that night. I thought we would have enough time to get back and go with my men. We were returning to camp. The road we took passed over a small mountain and we got to the top and started down, one of the tie rods came off. We got the jeep stopped. It took a long time in getting the thing repaired so we could get back to camp. When we got back to camp my men had left three minutes before. That night the ship my men were on exploded killing all of them. (They would not tell us if the ship blew up or the Japanese had sunk it). |