The Basket
Senior Master Sergeant
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- Jun 27, 2007
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I feel for him, my brother just turned 70 and is NOT having an easy time of it. Also I can confirm that the VA has been pretty good but yeah, dealing with them is like jumping up and down on broken glass with bare feet.My brother just turned 72, still suffering and it's gotten worse in some respects as he gets older. The VA has been coming through for him but it's been a chore dealing with them
Wes, THAT is interesting. I knew several VF-10 pilots and published Peter Mersky's short history of the squadron at Champlin Museum Press in the 80s. Would enjoy learning who the dentist was. Only one of the Grim Reapers I've known still remains, Les Gray of the F6F and F4U deployments. He was Killer Kane's "seeing eye ensign" in 44.My parents grew up in the 20s and 30s, (my mother was born in Japan and left at age 9 in 1933, and my paternal grandfather was born in Tokyo and left in 1908 at age 14.) They were both well aware of "Japan bashing" in the US in the interwar period. If you're not aware of this, maybe you need to do a little more research. It's history and it's not hidden. My mom, despite her caucasian status was teased unmercifully, shunned and called "Jap Squaw", "Geisha Girl" and "Mama San" by her classmates in a small town in Maine, and later in Vermont.
The very senior Navy dental surgeon who extracted my impacted molars was, in his first career, a Wildcat pilot in VF10, "the Grim Reapers", and he said that the scuttlebutt in flight training (pre Pearl Harbor) was "The Japs are lousy pilots and their planes are junk!" When PH happened, the reports back of Japanese aircraft performance were dismissed as delusional, and they were still being trained to do "round 'n round" dogfighting. First contact was a rude shock, but they'd been given an introduction to the Thach weave at Pearl before embarking for the Solomons, so their losses weren't too bad.
He had a huge scar on his left forearm where he'd lost his grip on the landing gear crank while taking off from Cactus in the midst of a strafing attack, and it gave him a dual compound fracture as it unwound. He managed to evade the Zeros, "single-handing" the plane with gear and flaps down, but absorbing a lot of lead. When the raid was over, he managed to get the plane safely on the ground, but it was a write-off. The ship sent an SBD to collect him after the medics patched his arm up. He kept a plaque on his wall paying homage to " The Grumman Iron Works" with a picture of his shot up Wildcat.
I suspect those of us whose grandparents also immigrated to America as pollacks, dagos or spicks and any number of other foreigners can all sympathize with their experience.My parents grew up in the 20s and 30s, (my mother was born in Japan and left at age 9 in 1933, and my paternal grandfather was born in Tokyo and left in 1908 at age 14.) They were both well aware of "Japan bashing" in the US in the interwar period. If you're not aware of this, maybe you need to do a little more research. It's history and it's not hidden. My mom, despite her caucasian status was teased unmercifully, shunned and called "Jap Squaw", "Geisha Girl" and "Mama San" by her classmates in a small town in Maine, and later in Vermont.
The very senior Navy dental surgeon who extracted my impacted molars was, in his first career, a Wildcat pilot in VF10, "the Grim Reapers", and he said that the scuttlebutt in flight training (pre Pearl Harbor) was "The Japs are lousy pilots and their planes are junk!" When PH happened, the reports back of Japanese aircraft performance were dismissed as delusional, and they were still being trained to do "round 'n round" dogfighting. First contact was a rude shock, but they'd been given an introduction to the Thach weave at Pearl before embarking for the Solomons, so their losses weren't too bad.
He had a huge scar on his left forearm where he'd lost his grip on the landing gear crank while taking off from Cactus in the midst of a strafing attack, and it gave him a dual compound fracture as it unwound. He managed to evade the Zeros, "single-handing" the plane with gear and flaps down, but absorbing a lot of lead. When the raid was over, he managed to get the plane safely on the ground, but it was a write-off. The ship sent an SBD to collect him after the medics patched his arm up. He kept a plaque on his wall paying homage to " The Grumman Iron Works" with a picture of his shot up Wildcat.
...or boards with rusty spikes sticking out under the hay! It didn't hurt that much, but it did ruin a brand new boot, putting a hole in the sole and in the upper. (as well as my foot). What did hurt was the disinfection process!you build straw forts in a huge barn loft and have a kick ass mock war with all the neighborhood kids, make sure there are no open trap doors near your fort.
Probably got a tetanus shot, too!...or boards with rusty spikes sticking out under the hay! It didn't hurt that much, but it did ruin a brand new boot, putting a hole in the sole and in the upper. (as well as my foot). What did hurt was the disinfection process!
The "Flying Dentist" was Lew Slagle, second from the left in the second row in the group picture, page 34 in Mersky's book. Great guy. He didn't talk much about the war, other than explaining the gruesome scar on his forearm, which hovered over my face as he worked in my mouth. Two consecutive careers in the Navy; fighter pilot, then oral surgeon, he was in his sixties, the most senior Captain in the entire medical/dental establishment, and had refused Rear Admiral twice. "The only Admiral billet in dentistry is a paper pusher in Bethesda. I'm a refugee from that hellhole; no way I'm going back there!"Wes, THAT is interesting. I knew several VF-10 pilots and published Peter Mersky's short history of the squadron at Champlin Museum Press in the 80s. Would enjoy learning who the dentist was. Only one of the Grim Reapers I've known still remains, Les Gray of the F6F and F4U deployments. He was Killer Kane's "seeing eye ensign" in 44.
YUPPER!Probably got a tetanus shot, too!
(and those hurt like hell)
Yes, but... my dad's dad and my mom were MKs (Missionary's Kids), and not immigrants in the true sense of the word, although they were treated as if they were. Their awkward English and atypical social habits made them odd ducks in conservative, hardscrabble, northern New England.I suspect those of us whose grandparents also immigrated to America as pollacks, dagos or spicks and any number of other foreigners can all sympathize with their experience.
I agree, the Japanese had what? 5,000 planes designated for the Kamikaze role on the home islands waiting for the Americans to invade? With no shortage of volunteers either. Not to mention they were building the Ohka and other types specifically for the Kamikaze attacks on the U.S. invasion fleet.I know people talk about the unsustainability and futility of kamikaze attacks, and I don't disagree, there is a certain logic to them.
If you know that your attacking bombers are likely to be shot down by the American air defences anyway, probably without being able to actually hit the target accurately, then why not fill the aircraft with explosive and aim it at the target?
Either way you lose the pilot and aircraft but aiming the whole aircraft is easier then trying to aim a dumb bomb and likely to do more damage.
It would take a particular mindset to reach and accept that conclusion but to the Japanese it would make sense.
Wow, thank you so much. I see he got a Zero and a probable at Guadalcanal.The "Flying Dentist" was Lew Slagle, second from the left in the second row in the group picture, page 34 in Mersky's book. Great guy. He didn't talk much about the war, other than explaining the gruesome scar on his forearm, which hovered over my face as he worked in my mouth. Two consecutive careers in the Navy; fighter pilot, then oral surgeon, he was in his sixties, the most senior Captain in the entire medical/dental establishment, and had refused Rear Admiral twice. "The only Admiral billet in dentistry is a paper pusher in Bethesda. I'm a refugee from that hellhole; no way I'm going back there!"
He was an honorary member of VF101, Grim Reapers, who had wangled a flight crew authorization for him on some sort of an "aeromedical research observer" gig, and he got his quarterly flight skins and then some. Topgun trained instructors would let him fly front seat in the TA4, and his ACM skills didn't seem to be diminished with age. They painted his name under the RIO cockpit of the hangar queen of the month, and he was checked out on the AWG10 radar and could run intercepts like a fleet RIO. He also occaisonally instructed at the flying club, and I took some instrument lessons from him.
He was an occaisonal "guest" at the CPO and EM clubs, where he would show up in civvies and masquerade as an "old retired guy", much to the amusement of the few who knew who he really was and didn't want to blow his cover.
Pretty amazing guy, and worth every penny he earned as an O-6 with near forty years in service.
Unfortunately, there's so much of Lew's story I don't know. He wasn't famous for tooting his own horn, so much of what I "know" was passed on to me by others, and legends spring up like mushrooms around some people. VF101 was my "customer" on the radar trainer I maintained and operated, so I interfaced with them daily, and they gave him the awesome grey eagle treatment. Story has it he seldom bought his own drinks at the O Club, and the few of us who knew who he was never let him do it at the EM club either. If he attracted the attention of the unknowing, he would pass himself off as a "retired chief dental tech" and let it go at that. We had a WAVE 3rd Class Dental Tech who would invariably choke on her beer when he came out with that line.Slagle's story would make a strong contender for The Hook magazine's "From the Catwalk" column