At 1840 on May 3rd, 1945, Commander William Sanders watched 25 radar contacts converge on his destroyer Mind Sweeper north of Okinawa.

15 years Navy service, 4 months commanding Aaron Ward.

Zero ships lost.

The Japanese had launched approximately 25 aircraft in coordinated suicide attack Kikushui number five.

Sanders commanded USS Aaron Ward, destroyer mine layer DM34, stationed on radar picket station number 10, 60 mi north of Okinawa, the most dangerous assignment in the Pacific theater.

Picket ships served as early warning radar platforms positioned between the Japanese airfields and the American fleet.

They spotted incoming kamicazis first.

They died first.

The statistics were brutal.

Between April 1st and June 1st, 1945, radar picket duty killed more American sailors than any other naval assignment.

16 destroyers sunk or damaged beyond repair.

Casualty rates exceeded 30%.

Most crews never completed more than three picket rotations.

Aaron Ward was starting her fourth.

2 miles to starboard, USS Little fought for survival.

Sanders watched through binoculars as the first kamicazi struck Little’s super structure.

1842.

Flames erupted across her deck.

The second kamicazi hit 40 seconds later, then the third.

Little’s ammunition began cooking off.

Her Ford magazine detonated at 1844.

The destroyer broke in half.

She sank in less than 3 minutes.

30 sailors went down with her.

LSM 195 took a kamicazi hit at 1846.

The small landing ship disappeared in a massive fireball.

No survivors.

LCS25 lost her mass to a near miss kamicazi that clipped her radar array before crashing into the ocean.

Three ships destroyed or crippled in 6 minutes.

Aaron Ward’s crew had watched 17 kamicazis attack their station over the past 3 days.

They had shot down 11, but the odds were mathematical.

The Japanese sent waves of 20 to 30 aircraft.

The picket ships carried limited ammunition.

Eventually, the numbers always favored the kamicazis.

And tonight, 25 contacts were inbound.

Sanders commanded 336 men.

Robert H.

Smith class destroyer mine layer commissioned October 28th, 1944.

Twin 5-in guns in three turrets.

Six Bofers 40mm mounts.

Multiple 20 mm positions.

Good firepower.

Not enough firepower.

The ship’s combat information center tracked the contacts closing at 280 mph.

Range 27 mi.

The kamicazis flew low, staying below 2,000 ft to avoid early radar detection.

Standard kamicazi doctrine.

get close before the American gunners could establish effective fire.

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At 1848, Sanders ordered General quarters.

336 men rushed to battle stations.

Gun crews loaded 5-in shells.

Bofer’s loaders chambered 40 mm clips.

The 20 mm gunners charged their weapons.

Every man knew the statistics.

30% casualties, 16 destroyers lost.

USS Little burning 2 m away.

In the forward 40mm mount, gun captain Lvarus checked his bower’s quadruple mount.

Four barrels, 80 rounds per minute per barrel, 320 rounds per minute combined.

Effective range 5,000 y.

But kamicazis dove at 400 mph.

The gun crews would have approximately 45 seconds of firing time per target.

Miss, and the kamicazi would hit.

Below decks, Steuart First Class Carl Clark led his eight-man damage control team to their station near the ammunition lockers.

29 years old.

Six black sailors aboard a crew of 336.

Damage control meant one job.

If the ship caught fire, put it out before the ammunition detonated.

Clark had watched USS Little’s magazine explode 4 minutes ago.

He understood exactly what happened when damage control teams failed.

Sanders watched the radar scope.

25 contacts, range 15 mi, closing fast.

The first wave would arrive in approximately 3 minutes.

He reached for the shipwide intercom.

His hand was steady.

The words were simple.

The kamicazis were 3 minutes out.

and every gun aboard Aaron Ward was about to start firing.

What happened next would determine whether 336 men lived or died.

Whether the ship that wouldn’t die could survive an attack more intense than any destroyer had ever faced.

The radar contact split into attack formations.

Range 10 mi.

Sanders took a breath.

The guns would start firing in 90 seconds.

And once they started, some of them would never stop.

The first kamicazi appeared at 1851.

Mitsubishi A6M0.

Single engine fighter converted to suicide role.

500 lb of explosives packed into the fuselage.

Pilot aimed for Aaron Ward’s bridge superructure.

Range 7,000 yd.

Mount 51 opened fire.

Twin 5-in guns.

High explosive shells.

The forward turret crew fired six rounds in 8 seconds.

The first shell missed high.

The second missed low.

The third connected at 4,000 yd.

The Zero’s left wing disintegrated.

The aircraft rolled inverted and slammed into the ocean 100 yards off Aaron Ward’s starboard quarter.

First kill.

The second kamicazi came 30 seconds later.

Different approach.

Low and fast from the port side.

Nakajima B6N torpedo bomber.

Heavier aircraft.

More explosives.

The port side bofers mounts engaged at 6,000 yards.

Four 40mm barrels per mount.

Tracer rounds lit up the twilight sky.

The gunners walk their fire into the bomber at 3,000 yd.

Hits sparked across the fuselage.

The aircraft’s fuel tank erupted.

The bomber cartw wheeled into the sea 800 yd out.

Second kill.

Gun crews reloaded.

60 seconds had passed since general quarters.

Two kamicazis down.

Zero hits on Aaron Ward.

The mathematics looked better.

23 attackers remaining.

The crew began to believe they might survive this.

They were wrong.

The third Kamicazi dove from directly overhead.

Yokosa D4Y dive bomber.

The pilot had climbed to 8,000 ft while Aaron Ward engaged the first two attackers.

Standard kamicazi tactic.

Distraction followed by vertical dive.

The combat information center radar lost the contact in the clutter.

Nobody saw him until he was at 4,000 ft.

Already committed to his dive.

Already too close.

Mount 52 swung skyward.

The 5-in guns elevated to maximum angle.

Fired three rounds.

Missed.

The 40 mm mounts tracked the diving bomber.

Their barrels couldn’t elevate enough.

Maximum elevation 90°.

The kamicazi came down at 85°.

The 20 mm gunners had the angle but not the range.

They opened fire at 1,000 yd.

Too late.

The bomber released its 250 kg bomb at 500 ft.

The bomb punched through Aaron Ward’s main deck near frame 81, penetrated the hull below the water line, detonated in the after engine room.

The explosion ruptured fuel tanks, flooded the after engine room and after fire room instantaneously, killed four men in the engineering spaces, severed hydraulic lines to the steering gear.

One second later, the kamicazi itself crashed into the superructure amid ships.

The aircraft’s 500 pounds of explosives detonated on impact.

Burning aviation fuel sprayed across the entire midship section.

The explosion destroyed the radar array, knocked out shipto- ship radio communications, started fires in three separate compartments.

The rudder jammed hard left.

Aaron Ward healed into a tight circle.

1853, 2 minutes since the attack began.

The destroyer traced a perfect 300yd diameter turn.

Speed dropped from 25 knots to 20 knots, then 15.

The ship circled like a wounded animal.

Steering control was gone.

The after engine room was flooded.

Fuel fires burned across the main deck, but the guns kept firing.

Mount 53 still had power.

The aft 5-in turret continued engaging targets.

The starboard bofers mounts tracked new contacts.

Damage control teams rushed toward the fires.

Commander Sanders shifted steering control to after steering.

Manual rudder control.

The ship’s circle tightened but didn’t stop.

Aaron Ward spun slowly clockwise.

Burning, flooding, still fighting.

At 1855, the combat information center reported three more contacts inbound.

Range 5 m.

Bearing multiple.

The kamicazis had seen Aaron Ward smoke.

They knew she was damaged.

Standard doctrine.

Finished the wounded ship first.

The gun crews reloaded.

They had no steering.

They had flooding in two engineering spaces.

They were circling helplessly.

And three more kamicazis were diving toward them right now.

Mount 51 tracked the nearest contact.

The Buffer’s crews swung their mounts.

The 20 mm gunners charged fresh magazines.

The second wave was 90 seconds out.

The ship was already dying, but the guns were still firing, and they weren’t going to stop.

1856, the fourth Kamicaz approached from starboard.

Aayichi D3A dive bomber.

Range 8,000 yd.

Mount 51 acquired the target.

The forward 5-in guns fired four rounds in rapid succession.

The first round exploded 200 yd ahead of the bomber.

The second round connected directly with the fuselage.

The aircraft disintegrated at 6,000 yd.

Flaming debris scattered across the ocean.

Third kill.

20 seconds later, the fifth kamicaz came in low from port.

Nakajima Ki43 fighter.

The portside Bowfors mount engaged at maximum range.

Tracer fire bracketed the fighter at 4,000 yd.

The gunners maintained sustained fire.

40mm shells ripped through the KI43’s engine cowling.

Black smoke poured from the damaged engine.

The fighter rolled left and crashed 2,000 yards out.

Fourth kill.

The sixth kamicaz followed immediately.

Zero fighter.

Different angle.

Steep dive from 45°.

Mount 52 tracked the target.

Fired three rounds.

The third round struck the Zero’s engine block.

The fighter exploded at 3,000 yd.

The burning wreckage tumbled into the sea,500 yd from Aaron Ward’s circling hull.

Fifth kill.

Three kamicaz destroyed in 90 seconds.

The gun crews were performing beyond doctrine standards.

Average kamicaz kill rate for destroyer picket ships was 40%.

Aaron Ward’s crews were hitting 80%.

They were burning through ammunition faster than planned, but they were winning.

The crew began to believe again.

Five kamicaz down, only minor damage.

The ship was circling, but engineering teams were working on steering control.

Fire parties had contained two of the three fires.

If they could maintain this kill rate, they might actually survive the night.

Then the seventh kamicaz appeared.

Yokosuka D4Y dive bomber.

It came in at wavetop height from directly a stern.

The approach angle put it in the blind spot created by Aaron Ward’s circling pattern.

The combat information center didn’t acquire the contact until range dropped below 3,000 yd.

Mount 53 couldn’t depress low enough.

The buffer’s mounts were still tracking different sectors.

Only the aft 20 mm positions had the angle.

They opened fire at 1200 yd.

Too close.

The tracers sparkled across the bomber’s wings.

Hits registered along the fuselage, but the aircraft kept coming.

800 yd, 600.

The 20 mm rounds walked up the fuselage toward the cockpit.

The pilot never deviated.

400 yd.

The bomber dropped its 250 kg bomb at 200 yd.

The weapon hit the water 10 ft off Aaron Ward’s port side.

Underwater detonation.

The blast punched a 6-ft hole in the hole plating near the forward fire room.

Ocean water flooded through the brereech.

The forward fire room filled in 45 seconds.

The last operational engine room was gone.

The bomber itself, now in flames from 20 mm fire, crashed into the main deck near frame 90.

The impact and explosion killed 11 men instantly, wounded 23 more, started fires across the forward superructure, destroyed the forward buffer’s mount, knocked out all internal communications.

At 1858, Aaron Ward lost all power.

The gun mounts went silent as electrical systems failed.

The ship’s forward momentum bled away.

20 knots became 15.

15 became 10.

The destroyer settled deeper in the water, listing four° to port, dead in the water, burning in three separate locations.

All engine spaces flooded except the forward engine room, and that space was taking water through damaged seals.

Below decks, Steuart First Class Carl Clark felt the ship’s shutter as power died.

Emergency lighting activated in the passageways.

Red battle lanterns cast shadows across the damage control station.

Clark looked at his team, eight men total.

They had trained for this moment.

Fire suppression, flood control, keep the ship alive.

Then he smelled it.

cordite, the acurid chemical signature of burning propellant.

He turned toward the forward ammunition locker.

Smoke seeped from around the sealed hatch.

The locker held 5in shells, 40 mm rounds, 20 mm ammunition.

If that space reached cookoff temperature, the explosion would break Aaron Ward in half.

Clark had watched USS Little explode from an ammunition detonation 20 minutes ago.

He knew exactly what happened next.

The ship had maybe 2 minutes before the fire reached critical temperature, maybe less, and the radar scope showed eight more kamicazis inbound.

1859, Carl Clark opened the ammunition locker hatch.

Heat struck his face like a physical blow.

Temperature inside exceeded 200° F.

Smoke billowed through the opening.

The fire had started in the aft section of the locker where shrapnel from the seventh kamicazi had penetrated the bulkhead.

Flames crept toward the 5-in shell racks.

Each shell contained 11 lbs of high explosive.

The locker held 140 rounds.

Clark’s damage control team stood behind him, seven men.

They carried fire extinguishers rated for electrical and chemical fires, standard Navy damage control equipment, completely inadequate for what they faced.

The team leader, a Boatson’s mate, second class, assessed the situation.

He made the call.

The locker was lost.

Seal the hatch, flood the compartment, abandoned this section of the ship.

Clark didn’t move.

He watched the flames advanced toward the shell racks.

USS Little had burned for 90 seconds before her magazine detonated.

The explosion had broken the destroyer in half.

300 yards away, Little’s bow section still protruded from the water at a 40deree angle.

130 men had been aboard.

30 survived.

Aaron Ward carried 336 men.

If this locker detonated, the ship would break at frame 80.

Everything after the break would sink in less than 2 minutes.

The forward section might stay afloat.

Might not.

Survival estimates 20% of crew, maybe 70 men.

The rest would go down with the ship or burn in the fuel fire spreading across the main deck.

Clark stepped through the hatch.

The heat seared his lungs.

His eyes watered.

He couldn’t see more than 6 ft through the smoke.

He advanced toward the flames with a carbon dioxide extinguisher.

Behind him, the team leader shouted orders to seal the hatch and move to the next station.

Clark ignored him.

The extinguisher weighed 35 lbs.

His fingers found the activation handle.

Topside, the eighth kamicazi struck at 1900 hours.

Mitsubishi G4M bomber, twin engine, heavy payload.

The aircraft came in from the port quarter.

No guns were tracking that sector.

The ship had no power.

The manual gun crews were still repositioning their mounts.

The bomber crashed into the portside superructure.

The impact threw men across the deck.

The explosion killed six, wounded 14, started two new fires.

The blast wave traveled through the ship’s internal structure.

It reached the ammunition locker where Carl Clark fought the fire.

The concussion knocked him sideways into a bulkhead.

He felt something crack in his left shoulder.

Later, medical examination would confirm a fractured collar bone.

In the moment, Clark felt only the impact and the immediate sharp pain.

The extinguisher fell from his grip, rolled across the deck, came to rest against the aft bulkhead.

Clark retrieved the extinguisher.

His left arm wouldn’t respond properly.

He held the canister with his right hand, braced it against his hip, aimed the discharge horn at the base of the flames, activated the trigger.

Carbon dioxide discharged in a freezing white cloud.

The temperature differential caused metal surfaces to contract.

The crackling sound of stressed metal echoed through the locker.

The fire retreated 6 in, then 12.

Clock advanced.

The heat was unbearable.

His uniform smoked.

The skin on his face felt like it was burning.

He kept the discharge horn pointed at the flame base.

The carbon dioxide cloud expanded, displaced the oxygen, feeding the fire.

The flames weakened, drew back toward the penetration point in the aft bulkhead.

1901, the 9th kamicazi hit.

I B7A torpedo bomber.

It crashed into the aft deck house.

The explosion destroyed Mount 44, killed the entire gun crew, eight men.

The blast severed electrical conduits to the emergency steering station.

Manual rudder control was lost.

Aaron Ward’s slow circle became an uncontrolled drift.

The ship wallowed in the swells, listing 7° to port now.

Still burning, still flooding, no power, no steering, no way to fight back.

In the ammunition locker, Clark’s extinguisher ran empty.

He dropped the spent canister, grabbed the second unit from the rack near the entrance.

His broken collarbone sent white hot pain through his shoulder.

He activated the second extinguisher, aimed at the remaining flames.

The fire had advanced to within 4 ft of the 5-in shell racks.

If those shells cooked off, Clark would never know it.

The explosion would vaporize everything within 20 ft of the detonation.

He had maybe 30 seconds before the shells reached critical temperature.

The extinguisher had maybe 40 seconds of discharge time remaining.

And the 10th kamicazi was diving toward the ship right now.

1902 Carl Clark emptied the second extinguisher into the ammunition locker fire.

The flames died.

Smoke continued rising from scorched metal surfaces, but no active fire remained.

The 5-in shells were hot.

Surface temperature approached 180°, but they hadn’t reached cookoff threshold.

Clark had stopped the fire with approximately 15 seconds to spare.

He stumbled out of the locker.

His uniform was charred.

His face was covered in soot and chemical residue.

His left arm hung useless from the fractured collarbone.

He sealed the hatch behind him, locked it.

The damaged bulkhead wouldn’t contain a secondary fire if one started.

But for now, the immediate threat was neutralized.

USS Aaron Ward would not suffer USS Little’s fate.

Not from internal explosion.

Not yet.

Clark looked at his damage control team.

Three men remained.

The others had moved to fight fires on the main deck.

He pointed toward the forward section where flames from the eighth kamicazi still burned.

The team grabbed fresh extinguishers and moved forward.

Clark followed.

His left arm was useless.

His lungs burned from smoke inhalation.

He carried a fire extinguisher in his right hand and went to work.

Topside, the 10th kamicazi made its final approach.

Nakajima B5N torpedo bomber.

The pilot had circled the engagement area while Aaron Ward dealt with the previous attacks.

He had watched the destroyer take nine hits, watched her lose power, watched her guns fall silent.

Now he committed to his dive.

The ship was dead in the water, an easy target.

He angled toward the base of the forward smoke stack, but Aaron Ward’s guns hadn’t fallen completely silent.

Mount 51 still had manual operation capability.

The gun crew had shifted to local control when electrical power failed.

They hand cranked the turret traverse mechanism, used manual elevation wheels, loaded shells by hand without the automatic hoists.

The process was slower, much slower, but the guns could still fire.

The turd captain spotted the diving bomber at 4,000 yd.

He ordered traverse right.

Four men pushed the hand crank.

The turret swung slowly toward the target.

Too slow.

The bomber was diving at 380 mph.

Range 3,000 yards.

The gunners loaded a shell, closed the breach manually.

The turret captain estimated lead angle, called elevation, 2,000 yd.

Mount 51 fired.

The 5-in shell missed high.

The crew reloaded 15 seconds per shell in manual mode versus 4 seconds with power.

The bomber close to 1,500 yd.

Second shot, miss.

1,200 yd.

Third shot.

The shell exploded directly in the bomber’s flight path.

Shrapnel shredded the aircraft’s control surfaces.

The bomber rolled inverted, crashed into the ocean 400 yardds from Aaron Ward’s drifting hull.

The manual gun crew had just shot down a kamicazi while their ship was dead in the water, listing and burning.

Sixth kill.

But the 10th kamicazi wasn’t finished.

The aircraft had released its bomb before the 5-in shell connected.

The 250 kilogram weapon continued on ballistic trajectory.

It struck Aaron Ward’s deck at the base of smoke stack number two, penetrated through three deck levels, detonated in the uptake spaces below.

The explosion blew smoke stack number two completely off the ship.

The metal cylinder weighing six tons lifted 15 ft into the air.

It came down across the aft deck, crushed search light number three, destroyed two 20mm gun positions.

The blast killed four men, wounded nine, started fires in the galley and crew birthing spaces.

1903, 63 minutes since general quarters.

Aaron Ward had been hit by six kamicazis and four large bombs.

42 men were dead or missing.

54 were wounded.

All engine spaces were flooded except one compartment that was taking water through damaged seals.

The ship listed 9° to port.

She was settling by the stern.

Fires burned in seven locations.

Internal communications were destroyed.

The rudder was jammed.

No electrical power existed anywhere aboard.

But the damage control teams were winning.

Carl Clark’s team had contained the ammunition locker fire.

Forward damage control had suppressed three fires on the main deck.

AFT teams were making progress against the galley fire.

The flooding was under control.

The ship was stabilizing.

She wasn’t sinking.

Not yet.

Commander Sanders stood on what remained of the bridge.

He looked at the radar scope.

Dark, dead, no power.

He couldn’t see incoming threats, couldn’t communicate with the fleet, couldn’t maneuver.

But his ship was still afloat.

His guns had shot down six kamicazis and his crew was fighting to keep her alive.

The sun had set completely.

Full darkness covered the ocean.

The fires aboard Aaron Ward illuminated the water for half a mile in every direction.

Any Japanese pilot within 20 m could see the burning ship.

A perfect beacon, a perfect target.

The question wasn’t whether more kamicazis would come.

The question was whether Aaron Ward could survive another attack and whether her guns could keep firing in the dark.

1905 damage control teams worked by flashlight and battle lanterns.

The main deck was a maze of torn metal, burning debris, and casualty stations.

Carl Clark moved through the chaos with his damage control team.

His broken collarbone made every movement agony.

He ignored it.

Fire suppression took priority over personal injury.

The forward birthing fire was spreading.

Flames had reached the paint locker.

Navy paint was oil-based, highly flammable.

If the locker ignited, the fire would spread through ventilation ducts to the forward magazine.

Clark’s team positioned themselves at the birthing compartment entrance.

They discharged extinguishers in coordinated sequence.

One man emptied his canister.

The next man stepped forward immediately.

No gaps in suppression.

The flames retreated.

12 minutes of sustained effort.

The fire died.

Clark moved aft.

The galley fire was contained but not extinguished.

Cooking oil had ignited when the eighth kamicazi hit.

The oil fire burned at 900°.

Water made it worse.

Foam extinguishers were ineffective.

The solution was simple and brutal.

Seal the compartment.

Let the fire consume available oxygen.

Suffocate it.

Clark’s team sealed three hatches, dogged them tight.

They listened to the fire rage behind 6 in of steel.

After 20 minutes, the roaring diminished.

After 40, silence.

Casualty stations overwhelmed the medical staff.

Aaron Ward carried one medical officer and four corman.

They treated 54 wounded men with supplies meant for routine injuries.

Morphine ran out at 1930.

Plasma ran out at 1945.

The corman used torn uniforms as bandages.

Used damage control tape as wound dressing.

Performed triage by flashlight.

Clark found wounded men trapped in damaged compartments.

A loader from Mount 44 was pinned under fallen equipment near the destroyed gun position.

Clark couldn’t lift the debris with one functional arm.

He recruited two sailors from a fire team.

Together, they moved the wreckage.

The loader had compound fractures in both legs.

Clark carried him to the casualty station.

His collarbone sent lightning through his shoulder with each step.

He made four trips.

Four men carried to medical care.

Then he returned to damage control duty.

The flooding situation was critical.

All engine spaces were compromised.

The after engine room held 8 ft of water.

The after fire room was completely flooded.

The forward fire room had 6 ft.

Only the forward engine room remained dry and seawater was seeping through damaged gasket seals.

Engineering teams worked to shore the damaged bulkheads.

They used mattresses, wood planking, anything to slow the water ingress.

The pumps were offline.

No power meant no mechanical pumping.

Bucket brigades formed.

Men passed water topside in fivegallon containers.

Primitive, exhausting, effective enough to slow the flooding.

At 2006, lookout spotted running lights approaching from the south.

USS Shannon destroyer mine layer DM25.

She had received Aaron Ward’s distress transmission before communications failed.

Shannon approached cautiously.

The ocean was dark.

Debris fields from sunken ships created navigation hazards.

Japanese aircraft might still be in the area.

Shannon’s captain brought his ship alongside at 21106.

Shannon’s crew rigged towing cables.

The procedure normally took 30 minutes with proper equipment and lighting.

In darkness, with damaged ships and exhausted crews, it took 90 minutes.

The toll line was 3-in steel cable rated for 40 tons of strain.

Aaron Ward displaced 2400 tons, but most of that weight was now water.

The ship had taken on approximately 1,650 tons of seawater.

Her displacement exceeded 4,000 tons.

The tow line would hold.

Probably at 2237, Shannon began towing.

Speed 4 knots.

Distance to Kuramarto 48 nautical miles.

Estimated time of arrival 12 hours.

If the weather held, if the tow line held, if Aaron Ward didn’t capsize, the ship’s metaentric height had dropped to approximately one foot.

Metacentric height measured stability.

1 foot meant the ship would capsize if she took on another 200 tons of water.

A single large wave could do it.

A shift in the flooded compartments could do it.

The ship balanced on the edge of physics.

She floated because her crew refused to let her sink.

Carl Clark collapsed against the bulkhead at 23:15.

He had been fighting fires and rescuing wounded for 4 hours straight.

His left arm was swollen, his face was burned, his lungs achd from smoke inhalation.

A corman found him, examined him, diagnosed the fractured collarbone, fashioned a sling from a torn shirt, told Clark to rest.

Clark rested for 10 minutes.

Then he returned to damage control rounds.

The night was only half over.

Shannon was towing them through enemy waters.

Japanese submarines operated in this area.

Enemy aircraft might return at dawn.

The ship needed every hand working to stay afloat.

And Carl Clark wasn’t going to stop until they reached port or until the ship went down.

Dawn arrived at 0547 on May 4th, 1945.

USS Shannon continued towing Aaron Ward northwest toward Kuramarto.

The tow line held through the night.

The weather remained calm.

Swells stayed below 3 ft.

Aaron Ward’s list had increased to 11°.

The additional 2° came from water shifting in the flooded compartments as the ship moved through the ocean.

11° was survivable.

15° would trigger progressive flooding.

The ship remained balanced on that narrow margin.

At 0620, Shannon’s lookouts spotted Kuramaretto anchorage.

The protective harbor held 43 damaged ships awaiting repair or scuttling.

Aaron Ward would be number 44.

Shannon maneuvered through the anchored vessels, brought Aaron Ward to a designated repair birth, secured her with multiple anchor points at 0732, 13 hours after the attack began.

The ship had survived.

Commander Sanders assembled his remaining officers on the damaged bridge.

They conducted formal casualty accounting.

19 men killed outright during the attack.

Six died of wounds during the night.

17 missing.

Presumed dead in flooded compartments or blown overboard.

Total dead, 42.

One officer lost.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Robert McKay, Supply Corps.

50 sailors seriously wounded.

Four officers seriously wounded.

Dozens more with minor injuries.

Total casualties, 96 men, 29% of the crew.

The damage assessment took three hours.

All engine spaces flooded except forward engine room.

That compartment was still taking water.

All boilers offline.

Main propulsion destroyed.

Steering gear destroyed.

Radar systems destroyed.

Radio communications destroyed.

Primary electrical distribution destroyed.

Auxiliary power destroyed.

Hull breaches in 17 locations, fire damage to 40% of interior spaces, structural damage between frames 72 and 170.

The ship was a floating wreck, but she was floating.

At 1100 hours, a radio message arrived via Shannon’s communication system.

Source: Fleet Admiral Chester Nimttz, Commanderin-Chief, Pacific Ocean Areas.

Message text.

We all admire a ship that can’t be licked.

Congratulations on your magnificent performance.

Sanders read the message to the crew over Shannon’s public address system.

Some men cheered.

Most were too exhausted.

Sanders began writing commenation reports that afternoon.

Navy regulations required documentation of exceptional performance within 72 hours of action.

Sanders wrote recommendations for 17 men.

He documented Mount 51’s manual operation kill.

He documented the damage control team’s fire suppression.

He documented the engineering crew’s flood control efforts.

He documented Carl Clark’s actions in detail, entered burning ammunition locker, extinguished fire that would have destroyed ship, continued damage control operations with fractured collarbone, rescued four wounded men, worked through entire night without rest.

Sanders recommended Clark for the Navy Cross.

The citation was specific.

The actions were verified by multiple witnesses.

The recommendation went up the chain of command.

It never came back down.

Carl Clark was an E6 Steward first class, one of six African-American sailors aboard Aaron Ward.

In 1945, the United States Navy was segregated.

Black sailors served primarily in steward ratings, officer servants, mess attendants, support roles, not combat roles, not heroes.

The official policy was separate but equal.

The unofficial reality was different.

Sanders followed up on his recommendation three times.

June 19th, July 2nd, August 8th.

No response, no acknowledgement, no award.

He consulted with his executive officer.

They reviewed the documentation.

Everything was correct.

The actions were witnessed.

The justification was clear, but the award didn’t come.

On September 28th, 1945, USS Aaron Ward was decommissioned.

Her damage was too severe for economical repair.

The Navy had a surplus of destroyers with the war ending.

Repair cost exceeded replacement cost.

The decision was administrative.

The ship that survived six kamicazi hits would be scrapped.

Sanders made one final attempt to secure Clark’s recognition.

He spoke directly with the reviewing board.

The response was unofficial, unrecorded, but clear.

The Navy was not prepared to award the Navy Cross to a steward.

It would raise questions.

It would create precedent.

It would complicate the racial dynamics of the service.

Sanders did what he could within regulations.

He gave Clark 30 days additional leave.

He ensured Clark received transfer orders to shore duty.

He made certain Clark would never deploy to sea again.

small compensations, inadequate compensations, but the only actions available to a commander operating within a segregated military system.

In July 1946, USS Aaron Ward was sold for scrap.

The ship that wouldn’t die was cut apart in a New Jersey salvage yard.

Her anchor was preserved.

It now stands in Elgen, Illinois, a memorial to the ship and crew.

Carl Clark remained in the Navy, served 22 years total, retired as chief petty officer, settled in Menllo Park, California.

He never spoke about the ammunition locker, never discussed the night Aaron Ward nearly sank.

He carried the memory silently for 66 years.

And then in 2011, someone finally listened.

2011, Menllo Park, California.

Carl Clark was 95 years old.

He enrolled in a writing class taught by Sheila Dunick.

The assignment was simple.

Write about your experiences during World War II.

Most students wrote about basic training, deployment voyages, letters from home.

Clark wrote three paragraphs about an ammunition locker fire aboard USS Aaron Ward.

Then he stopped.

He had never told the full story before.

Dunick read the paragraphs.

She recognized immediately that this was not a standard war memory.

She asked questions.

Clark answered briefly, factually, without emotion.

Six kamicazi hits, ammunition locker fire, broken collarbone, four men carried to safety, no award, no recognition, 66 years of silence.

Dunick contacted Congresswoman Anna Essu, provided Clark’s account, included the basic facts.

Essu’s office began investigating.

They requested Clark’s service records from the National Archives.

They found Commander Sanders original Navy cross recommendation dated May 7th, 1945.

They found the documentation of Clark’s actions, verified by multiple witnesses.

They found no record of the recommendation being processed.

No record of denial, no record of acknowledgement.

The paperwork had simply disappeared into the bureaucracy of a segregated military.

Su contacted the few surviving Aaron Ward crew members.

Most were dead.

The ship had been decommissioned 66 years earlier.

The crew had scattered, but one officer remained alive.

Retired Captain Leas Lvraus.

He had been a junior officer aboard Aaron Ward, gun captain on Mount 41.

He remembered May 3rd, 1945.

He remembered the kamicazi attacks.

He remembered Carl Clark.

Lvacas provided written testimony, confirmed Clark’s actions, stated that Clark had saved the ship, stated that the crew knew it at the time, stated that the failure to recognize Clark was an injustice.

Lavricus was 92 years old when he wrote the testimony.

He concluded with a simple request.

Please hurry.

Carl and I are both in our 90s.

We need to correct this injustice for Carl.

Essu submitted a formal request to Secretary of the Navy Ray Magabbus in November 2010.

She requested expedited review.

The Navy conducted its investigation, verified the facts, confirmed the original recommendation, approved the award.

On January 17th, 2012, 66 years and 8 months after the attack, Carl Clark received the Navy and Marine Corps commenation medal with combat distinguishing device.

The ceremony took place at Moffett Field in Mountain View, California.

Secretary Mabbis presented the medal personally.

He acknowledged the delay, acknowledged the injustice, acknowledged that Clark had risked his life for a nation that had not fulfilled its promise of freedom and justice for him.

Clark accepted the medal.

He was asked about the 66-year delay.

His response was direct.

He stated that it would not have looked good to say, “One black man saved the ship.

” Commander Sanders had tried to compensate with extra leave and shore duty, small gestures within a broken system, but the official recognition had taken 66 years.

Clark lived to receive it.

Lavricus lived to witness it.

Both men were in their 90s.

Both had waited most of their lives for justice.

Carl Clark passed away on March 16th, 2017.

He was 100 years old.

He had served 22 years in the Navy.

He had saved USS Aaron Ward and 240 men from ammunition explosion.

He had carried wounded sailors to safety with a broken collarbone.

He had fought fires through an entire night while his ship died around him.

And he had waited 66 years for his country to say thank you.

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