Subject: FW: RE: A Sailor’s Dying Wish |
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Brought a tear to this "old sailor's" eyes I'll tell
ya. Jim
A
Sailor’s Dying Wish
After signing my Pop, EM2 Bud Cloud (circa
Pearl Harbor) up for hospice care, the consolation prize I’d given him (for agreeing it was OK to die)
was a trip to “visit the Navy in San Diego.”
I emailed my friend and former Marine
sergeant, Mrs. Mandy McCammon, who’s currently serving as a Navy Public Affairs
Officer, at midnight on 28 May. I asked Mandy if she had enough pull on any of
the bases in San Diego to get me access for the day so I could give Bud, who served
on USS
Dewey (DD-349), a windshield tour.
The next day she sent me an email from the
current USS Dewey (DDG 105)’s XO, CDR
Mikael Rockstad, inviting us down to the ship two days later.
We linked up with Mandy outside Naval Base San Diego and carpooled to the pier where we
were greeted by CMDCM
Joe Grgetich and a squad-sized group of Sailors. Bud started to cry before
the doors of the van opened. He’d been oohing and pointing at the cyclic rate
as we approached the pier, but when we slowed down and Mandy said, “They’re all
here for you, Bud,” he was overwhelmed.
After we were all out of the van directly in
front of the Dewey, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, Petty Officer
Simon introduced himself and said as the ship’s Sailor of the Year he had the
honor of pushing Bud’s wheelchair for the day. Unbeknownst to us, they’d
decided to host Bud aboard
the Dewey, not at
the Dewey. And so they carried him aboard.
None of us expected him to go aboard the
ship. I’d told him we were going down to the base and would have the chance to
meet and greet a few of the Sailors from the new Dewey. He was ecstatic. The
day before, he asked every few hours if we were “still going down to visit the
boys from the Dewey,” and “do they know I was on the Dewey, too?”
Once aboard, we were greeted by the CO, CDR
Jake Douglas, the XO and a reinforced platoon-sized group of Sailors. To
say it was overwhelming is an understatement. These men and women waited in
line to introduce themselves to Bud. They shook his hand, asked for photos with
him, and swapped stories. It was simply amazing.
They didn’t just talk to him, they listened.
Bud’s voice was little more than a weak
whisper at this point and he’d tell a story and then GMC Eisman or GSCS Whynot
would repeat it so all of the Sailors on deck could hear. In the midst of the
conversations, Petty Officer Flores broke contact with the group. Bud was
telling a story and CMDCM Grgetich was repeating the details when Flores walked
back into view holding a huge photo of the original USS Dewey. That moment was
priceless. Bud stopped mid-sentence and yelled, “There she is!” They patiently
stood there holding the photo while he told them about her armament, described
the way it listed after it was hit, and shared other details about the attacks
on Pearl Harbor.
Bud finally admitted how tired he was after
more than an hour on deck. While they were finishing up goodbyes and taking
last minute photographs, GMC Eisman asked if it’d be OK to bring Sailors up to
visit Bud in a few months after a Chief’s board. I hadn’t said it yet because I
didn’t want it to dampen the spirit of the day, but I quietly explained to GMC
Eisman the reason we’d asked for the visit was simple: Bud was dying.
I told him they were welcome to come up any
time they wanted, but I suspected Bud had about a month left to live. Almost
without hesitation, he asked if the crew could provide the burial honors when
the time came. I assured him that’d be an honor we’d welcome.
Leaving the ship was possibly more emotional
than boarding.
They piped
him ashore. CMDCM Grgetich leaned in and quietly told me how significant
that honor was and who it’s usually reserved for as we headed towards the
gangplank. Hearing “Electrician’s Mate Second Class William Bud Cloud, Pearl
Harbor Survivor, departing” announced over the 1MC was surreal.
Later that night Bud sat in his recliner,
hands full of ship’s coins and declared, “I don’t care what you do with my
power tools; you better promise you’ll bury me with these.”
He died 13 days later. For 12 of those 13
days he talked about the Dewey, her Sailors and his visit to San Diego.
Everyone who came to the house had to hear the story, see the photos, hold the
coins, read the plaques.
True to his word, GMC Eisman arranged the
details for a full honors burial. The ceremony was simple yet magnificent. And
a perfect sendoff for an ornery old guy who never, ever stopped being proud to
be a Sailor. After the funeral, the Sailors came back to the house for the
reception and spent an hour with the family. This may seem like a small detail,
but it’s another example of them going above and beyond the call of duty, and
it meant more to the family than I can explain.
There are more photos, and I’m sure I missed
a detail, or a name. What I didn’t miss and will never forget, is how
unbelievable the men and women of the USS Dewey were. They opened their ship
and their hearts and quite literally made a dream come true for a dying Sailor.
They provided the backdrop for “This is the
best day of my life, daughter. I never in my whole life dreamed I’d step foot
on the Dewey again or shake the hand of a real life Sailor.”
Without question, it’s the best example of
Semper Fidelis I’ve ever seen.
Jennie Haskamp is a Marine Corps veteran who was
fortunate to be adopted by a Pearl Harbor survivor after her first tour in the
Corps. She’s an accidental tourist of sorts, keeping her friends entertained
with anecdotes and photos, while she continues college and decides what she
wants to be when she grows up. Follow Jennie’s personal blog here.
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