My grandfather spoke little of it. He passed in 2001. However, one story about the ship that sticks with me is as follows:
On December 30th, 1944, a Japanese plane loosed a bomb directly amidships the Edwards. It was a “kill shot” in every sense of the term. However, the bomb hit the water 50 feet from the ship and bounced like a skipped stone right between the Edward’s smoke stacks, landing harmlessly in the water on the other side. This, while the ship was running around 30 knots.
This “happenstance” allowed the Edwards and her crew to finish out the war and return home. The boat being decommissioned in April of 1946; my mother being born in December of 1948.
Fate makes for an interesting study. The outlandish string of events that had to happen, and not happen, for any of us to exist, is mind boggling. One less freak bomb event and I wouldn’t be here.
People will sometimes question my choice to be armed. Well, to use a tired phrase, life is precious – and as far as I know, I only get one. No one will be prematurely ending mine without a fight – I have things to do.
Remember the cost of your liberty – remember those who paid the ultimate price for it. Re-pay them by making use of the gift. Don’t waste your time, don’t waste your opportunity.
Don’t count on bombs skipping off water.
“You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun”
– From the Pink Floyd composition ‘Time’